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Reads 984
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Parts 23
Time 49m

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i went through heaven and hell experiencing  love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.All Rights Reserved

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