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Apr 2014
4/8
Even after I break and trash every ******* blade, I always find myself running to get more.
Why can't I just be ok for one ******* moment?
Written by
Anna Gray  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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   Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg and Turquoise Mist
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