Wounds, Scars and Tradgedies
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Nov 26, 2014
I'm a 17 year old stuck in a neverending horrifying pain. Surviving is my priority. I was a happy teenager until I met the stalkish figure who seemed to be figment of my crazy imagniation. Why do I exist? Why am I like this? Why are they here? Who are they? Why am I in pain ?
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