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My Soul is Boundless

  My soul is boundless…utterly naked and torn into… awakened by velvet like hands soft to the touch…crushed and stained with crimson hues… the sea of faces surround me…they hide behind shattered glass… there is no escape…he is raging like

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The Scurried Night

Numb to the Touch~ (Entry 12) Winter {1996} Another day had surpassed and I began to pull my hair back in a vague pony-tail with a slight curl hanging from each side. I had much to look forward to, and

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