Defending the wounded

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forsaken help horror revenge sad suicide torture vengeance wounded wrath

Beckham had enough.

It was time someone did something.

So he did. He did something. Knives twirling and guns blazing, Beckham ended it.All Rights Reserved

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My Sister
Thu, Sep 26, 2019

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My Sister
Thu, Sep 26, 2019

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