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argente:

fate baptized her in molten morality, forcing pale hands yet unconvinced of their strength to scrape away the faults of nature and its beasts. but love cradled her cheeks, praised her bravery, and tenderly rinsed the scarlet shame from her palms.  *  understood by bri.  prev. raisedtolead.  est. sep ‘15.

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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