Mind, have mercy.
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Concluida sáb, may 25, 201936m
A wise man once said our actions make us who we are. I think he was half right.
We are ghosts wandering a plane we care little about. Most will not see our silhouettes. Far be it from us to fully know ourselves.
Herein a young woman is haunted by the experiences that forged her. She is scarred, not broken.
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