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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 Bipolar Transformation

Daddy’s Girl~ (Entry 9) {1995} Dear Diary, We were home at last! Kris was waiting outside the parking lot…biting her lip and solaced┬ámy father’s shoulders. It didn’t faze her one bit that I existed. Her only motive was to be

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