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candle wax drips onto my soft hands burning through, it seems but after a while, i do not flinch for the pain has become bearable, feels good, even.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
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candle wax drips onto my soft hands burning through, it seems but after a while, i do not flinch for the pain has become bearable, feels good, even.
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 6:14 PM UTC
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