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Last published Sat, Jun 23, 2018
emery was a fire, a broken toy, and a Barbie all at once, she looked to the naked eye as if she had it all together, twirled with the light of day, and greeted death like an old friend -
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emery earnhardt lived among her past, she coexisted with her mistakes that seemed to all but walk beside her. she lived in a different reality than a 17 year old should, knew too much, or didn't know enough at all, it was quite hard to tell. little did emery believe, a strong enough energy radiating from a person, may very well draw energy of a different kind to you.
triggers, just in case
-self harm
-drug abuse
-physical abuse/violence
-kidnappings
-cultish activity
-death
-talk of suicide
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