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White Walls

CallMeMrsPaynexD

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CallMeMrsPaynexD

Some people say that I'm dead inside . 
They would be wrong.
Some say I will never fit in anywhere . 
They would be wrong as well. 
Most say that I'm not even real , that I just ...have slipped the grasp of depression , and they would be right . This is a story of my love , my pain , my struggle , and my death . I was murdered in a hospital on a Saturday morning . My name is Triss Sparks and this is my story.Todos los derechos reservados

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