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[myholyghost]

She glistens morbidly in her twisted state of life. I crouch over her and whisper her things that unwillingly shoot out from my throat. The words are scratchy and uncertain, but she listens. Her face is pale and almost perfectly white. There are stains of dripping fluids that transform her imperfect. I start to cry and wipe her face with a wet

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[jordanandstuff]

deep