Convince Me
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Last published Tue, Aug 28, 2018
Have you ever just wanted to end it? I mean like just throw away your life? Well, I did but someone stopped me. And now they are on a mission to convince me not to end it. Giving me a reason a day. But the question is, is it enough?
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