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Her Playground

Her Playground

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 11, 2016
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Horror
She grows there. She grew up there. Something happened so terrible. It was a great thing but terrible it was. Had no friends. No friends. She was alone. She is alone. She is broken. She was not destroyed. She lived. She still lives. She used to roam this world. She still walks there. She cared. She still cares. She died. She is dying. Her soul left her body dead and cold. She still has a soul. She was human. She still is a monster.
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