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What a cruel, ironic joke… You told me to go inside my old, crooked, cold home, lock the doors, swallow the keys whole in lonely hunger, and cut my fingers right off. And yet, you sick critics told me to reach out more.

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Pauly

16 / M / Los Angelas, CA

For You?

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Pauly

16 / M / Los Angelas, CA

Published: Oct 24, 2025
Time: 1m

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