STARE
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Aug 21, 2017
"My friends play in the graveyard, they tug and pull my hair, I tell them to let me go, but they say they like my hair..."
"They told me that they loved me, they told me that they cared, I woke up in the morning, and I had no hair..."
"I wanted my hair back, but they just wouldn't budge, I figured I should steal it, and I got caught..."
"They told me they would hurt me, they told me they wouldn't spare, they showed me no mercy, but I just didn't care..."
"They did what they claimed, they hurt me bland and plain, I didn't show emotion, because that would make me weak..."
"They killed me and left me, in a river on my own, I cried and cried till' someone......"
"Picked me up and brang me home....."
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