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Jan 2014
Your lies make me sick – I have to force myself deep breaths just to stop myself from purging.
And your prized collection of mangled hearts hidden somewhere deep inside your cupboard is only growing larger and larger.
I wish there was some way I could stop you, but it's difficult to eradicate a mass murderer.
Christina
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Christina  29/F/Planet Earth
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