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Each time it was like a stray bit of glass pressed into the softness of her heart, grinding, grinding, oh so silently until she no longer noticed when she bled.

Elizabeth Hoyt

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Elizabeth Hoyt
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: November 21
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