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BeYonD ThE liES...
BehINd tHE RuMORs...
SHE CRIES. LOUDLY. SCREAMING INTO THE BLACK NIGHT. A MOMENT. SHE THINKS SHE WANTS IT. NEEDS IT. BIDDING IT WELCOME INTO HER BROKEN THOUGHTS. HER SELF-SUPPLIED SOUL. BUT NO. I KNOW IT. I'VE FELT IT. LINGERING. IN CORNERS OF MY MIND. SHE CANNOT IMAGINE IT IN HER NIGHTMARES. THE STORM. THE ENTANGLED ROOTS OF THE WEED. CUTTING OFF MY AIR CLAWING AT MY ARMS. SUPPLY. NO, SHE COULD NOT. EVER. SHE NEEDS TO BE STRONG.
xxxFraNcI**
