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Bare souls carry her across the wire that cuts deep into her skin leaving ebony footprints behind as she works her way slowly down the path uncharted. No one stops her as she wanders into the dark brush of forbidden times and hidden memories. Now there is nothing between her and the grey light of her uncertain future.
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Nyte Fayth
I go kinda nuts when I get out of school. I love to make people laugh, being silly is my forte, I can be as sweet as maple sugar but I'm also stubborn and determined like a pit bull terrier. I love to talk books though, they're my greatest weakness next to chocolate ;D
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