Kiss before you kill
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Dernière publication ven., oct. 17, 2014
I've been on the run ever since I was 15 years old, running from my home, my friends, and from myself. As I struggle to keep my humanity, my life doesn't seem to go the way I plan.
The way her life flashed before her eyes, and the silent screams she let out before she drew her last breath. And I did that. I killed her.
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