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lipstick stained the pillow casea sign of my imperfectionsheavy against the starched whitemy tears soften the differencei'm not cryingbut i wish i wer..
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Chapter One
Knots
seemed monumental this morning, the brush catching every other stroke.
Scowling, Ayane finger-brushed her hair to work out ..
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Fanfic of fighting game series Dead or Alive
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Laying so still
mockery of the dead
His face so sedate
yet outspoken
He is a black hole
My feelings he takes entirely
They disap..
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Pounding, pounding, poundingI feel it echo in the housing of my chest.It feels it too.Aching, bracing, gaspingSo long it has been since its last intak..
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There once a girl, who had mistaken herself for a woman. She had been hurt when she was too young to deserve such pain. Carrying t..
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It's back,
returned to consume what's left of me.
Try as I may I cannot hide nor escape it.
Periodically it slumbers throughout the day,
but alw..
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Knotting, twisting, shanking
My blood cells bursting like firecrackers
Thoughts skittering away
Nervous whispers hiding in shadows
I swat toward..
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Life events shaping my thoughts
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One of those great talk-with-a-friend inspired notions
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