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She has always been walked over. but when the nerdy, blubbering shadow decided she's done playing nice. would she stop? or would she give in to the voices begging her to rip them all to shreds. ********* ********* Do it. you know you want to. well, now I did. and I absolutely love it. I love the power fear instills in the tormentor. tormentor. I never thought that'd be a name I'd peg myself but now, that's all I want. all I have ever dreamed of. I want it ....yes, I want it all.
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