Painting Doesn't Leave Scars
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- Votos 8
- Partes 1
Kinda shitty, but I was super bored and feeling sorry for myself at work one day, so I wrote this. I actually wrote this whole thing at work, like, pen and paper, physically wrote it, not typed, and I didn't get caught. Let it be known that I'm a stealthy ass bitch.
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