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It was dark, and there was light. Flashing, burning. There was warmth, and there was ice. Melting, oozing. I was flying, but I had no wings. Floating, drifting. Until there was nothing at all. The silence screamed the loudest, crying to be heard.
Tied (All Torn Up #2)
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