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Sep 2017
Crimson Drips
Hung in the air by chains so the monsters can paint new scars. Crimson dripping off my body like water off a leaky faucet. I can feel myself emptying .....
#tortured #empty #life
SwordNPen
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SwordNPen  23/M
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     beth fwoah dream, sura, Melodie Fowles and coqueta
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