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Those demons rise up inside me again. My grey blue eyes narrow into a glare, "you think every day is a beautiful day!" a hiss escapes my throat.
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Those demons rise up inside me again. My grey blue eyes narrow into a glare, "you think every day is a beautiful day!" a hiss escapes my throat.
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