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//-Bleeding out underneath my clothing, and yet I regret nothing. Peeling back the cloth as it sticks to emaciated skin, See the flesh resist, and i cannot help comply. *Jan-12-14
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
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//-Bleeding out underneath my clothing, and yet I regret nothing. Peeling back the cloth as it sticks to emaciated skin, See the flesh resist, and i cannot help comply. *Jan-12-14
the-lunar-phase
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Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
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