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lays head in her lap
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DELICATE  fingers   trace   circles   through  his  ebony   locks.  with  tired  eyes  ,  they’ve  seen  the  worst .  monsters  tucked   within   every  proclaimed  sacred   place . lurking  ,  awaiting .  nerves   course   through   the   girl  ,  shell   shocked   and   battered   from   the   brutality   that   came   with   secrets.  sigh  slips   from   cracked  lips  ,   she   speaks  with   nothing   short   of  a  hollowed   heart .  whispered  words  break  through   the   silence   that   surrounds  them .  ‘ we’ll  be  okay . ‘   for   a  moment  ,  she   wonders   if   she   tries   to   convince  herself   more   so   than  him . 

DARLING

YOU WILL NOT CHOKE THE
D I V I N E FROM ME . I AM MY OWN GOD DAMN M A R T Y R

DEAREST

IND. ELENA GILBERT

narrated by taylor

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# G I R L M A R T Y R

DEAD

elena's warm and she's kind and caring and selfless.
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