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she stared at the unnatural beauty. Cradled so delicately in her pale hands, it almost blended in. How could something so small and unusual be so... flawless?
this is the poem by me entitled Stop Breathing tuned into a song.
teehee, forgot somethin. sorry!
what are guts? what are they capable of? Simply giving you courage and keeping you alive? or can they do something else?