Lost Girls (Mind Over Matter Contest)
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Last published Wed, Oct 4, 2017
Pain is a measure of uncomfort. We all have different pain tolerance, we can only accept so much pain in our lives until we break. My story is my breaking point and what let to it, the people and the words, the climb back up from where you are at you low is hard. I climbed from hell with my bare hands. My only request is when you are in hell give the devil my regards...
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