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Trembling I hold the scalpel in my hand I know what I have to do I have diagnosed myself and come to the conclusion that It has to be cut off. I can feel the pain spreading through my limbs like liquid lead cold. Sometimes, he's just not that into you.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
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Trembling I hold the scalpel in my hand I know what I have to do I have diagnosed myself and come to the conclusion that It has to be cut off. I can feel the pain spreading through my limbs like liquid lead cold. Sometimes, he's just not that into you.
I don't usually swear, but **** this feels bad...unexpected
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
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