the thespian .
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Last published Mon, Apr 29, 2013
She was a scary girl.She looked as though she had the whole world in the palms of her hands. But still, this love of mine, insisted at holding that blade to my neck like it was the end. She was my lover. She was my life. She was my thespian.
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