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[deardiaryloveme]

But it was a cold day when she did it. The leaves were parched and sailing toward the Earth, and no clouds wanted to be there, be there when it had happened. When she did it, she thought about those leaves, dried out and basking in the unloving sun, and she wanted to take one to crinkle in her long, white fingers. The veins in her hand were a

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[kissmedissme73]

what was it that she did, did she kill someone???

[kissmedissme73]

dumbass

[kissmedissme73]

uhhh ok. jerkface.

pick on someone your own size.

[deardiaryloveme]

stupidbutt. I don't even know what she did...

[kissmedissme73]

this looks like it'd be an excerpt from white oleander