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Normally Insane, and Insanely Normal
Member No.: 7
Joined: 2-May 11
Could've, would've, should've......
The words flashed across her mind, like rabbits racing in a tunnel. The past had become present, in a blinding force as quick as lightening. If her heart was a barometer, it would have gaged the pressure at its highest peak. Between the disparaging thoughts was a distance hand, reaching out. On it, was tatooed the word, "Future." It would be alright.
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