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On the road less traveled, I met her, bearing similar features to the girl I used to be, bright-eyed and jolly, holding her jar of dreams and giving her heart willy-nilly, she gesticulated towards me, I made for her, and while she ushered me into the most comfortable part of her heart, I wept knowing I was rot.

 - Dennessa

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