A place to come to terms with undying grief, and boundless love. Where do you place divinity in all of this? Another place of questioning, searching. This is an alter of vulnerability, a platter sealed tight with blemished skin. A turning point when girls go god.
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Author's Note: This is unlike anything I would normally write, but I wanted to keep the story in the same vain as those that I remember ...
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