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a mix for the girls with the lips bruised from kissing other people's bruises and enough burdens on their backs to destroy civilizations. the broken battlecry of the heroine left behind who stood up right making a crutch out of her misfortuners. for the kind fighter, the unsuspected fighter who has two sides; the loved and lost which swing left and right in the pendulum of her form, her inside a battleground and her hope her willingness to fight on, her salvation. a mix for veronica pierce.
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