you can always bleed a little more.
I was happy three days ago. Today I'm depressed /
what happened? Nothing. An inner crutch slipped,
some poorly suppressed memory rose to the surface.FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS / MIHAIL SEBASTIAN
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﹙ chapter twenty six, act two ﹚
mara cayden.
victor's village, district eleven.
december, 72 att.
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