I felt the cold pice of metal on my hip.
Why didn't I do it?
Maybe the faster it happens then the faster I won't hurt anymore.
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The Golden Girl
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November 6, 2017 05:49
I felt the cold pice of metal on my hip.
Why didn't I do it?
Maybe the faster it happens then the faster I won't hurt anymore.