PUT THE BLADE DOWN

LECTURES 70
Votes 4
Chapitres 1
Durée <5 mins

LECTURES 70
Votes 4
Chapitres 1
Durée <5 mins

This is for everyone who has picked up a blade or a bottle of pills or thought a jump could cure the hurt... put it down, step away and think of everyone who loves you.Tous Droits Réservés

cutting love suicide

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PUT THE BLADE DOWN
dim., juil. 13, 2014

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PUT THE BLADE DOWN
dim., juil. 13, 2014

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