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GlassTableGirl
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It was all s i m p l e words, playful at best.~
So the story starts:
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Who am I to say that she's missing out on anything worth effort these days? She lays in an empty room, unconscious, as the day passes her by.So the story starts:
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'That's not all.'
Right away, we fell in into each other head first, not even the shallow sign could stop it when our SOULS hit...
Little did we know that it planted, something that would tear her apart.