Please, Let Me Go

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As she lays on the bathroom floor, her world is fading away. The blood from her wrist goes dry, and the empty pill bottle rolls away. Will she finally go to rest?All Rights Reserved

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Please, Let Me Go
Tue, Jun 17, 2014

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Please, Let Me Go
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