May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis. — Candy Lyn
May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis. — Candy Lyn
May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis. — Candy Lyn
May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis. — Candy Lyn
May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis. — Candy Lyn
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May the next girl you meet have the qualities of a praying mantis.

— Candy Lyn
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Darker and darker, he said; farther and farther yet. Death takes the good, the beautiful, and the young - and spares me. — Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
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Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly. — Sara Quin
To know how glorious you are, it is only after your death. — Auliq Ice
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Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. — Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
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