If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Beast

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Friday, April 17, 2009

The Beast

I faced the other me as bitter, cold and heartless as she could be and looked disgustedly at the toll this is gonna take on me. “I know you’re beyond blue, but what are you gonna do… take me down with you? She smiled without showing her teeth said “An injured girl has gotta eat, and what can I say,... Sign in to see full entry.

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