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*There's a chair in the corner of the room Sit. You might want to sit. Sit, as I stab you slowly with my words. Sit, as I let you taste the juices of my words. Sit. Here. I promise it won't be as hurt as what you have done to me.*
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
Sit
*There's a chair in the corner of the room Sit. You might want to sit. Sit, as I stab you slowly with my words. Sit, as I let you taste the juices of my words. Sit. Here. I promise it won't be as hurt as what you have done to me.*
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
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