An Anti Suicide Note (previously known as-THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE)
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- Chapitres 3
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Dernière publication ven., oct. 27, 2017
This was originally just me trying to keep myself a float by ranting crazy things I wanted to do before I die and it probably meant nothing to anyone else but me but I felt a need to make this something more or at least try while I'm feeling not good but at least good enough to do this for you strangers of the internet.
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