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the peach sitting on the radiator
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dear hollie,
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helena;
how does it feel to be beautiful and majestic, but so totally destructive that everyone shies away from you like that of a rabid dby etoile 56 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 21 7:35 PM. In noguest, prose~, for the months and seasons~, characters~, letters~ -
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her name was amelia and she sang songs about dying flowers but the world covered their ears. she decided to do something meaningful and cha
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mismatched jigsaw pieces lay scattered over the linoleum floor and the pounding of tiny fists brought with them bruising tendencies. she wa
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cassie
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Emily sat very still on the straight-backed chair; and unlucky had nothing to do with the fact that it creaked with every tiny movement. sh
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her name was libby
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the rejects stood atop the bridge laughing nervously among themselves. they shuffled their feet constantly in fear of the others until one
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he brought me hubcaps as a reminder of joyrides and late night kisses filled with a lasting taste of peppermint and coffee. I hung them on
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she’s the kind of girl
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he sits on a daylight swing with calloused fingers grasping the chains that hold him steady a few feet above the ground. he loves to watch
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