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Is It Worth It?

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LECTURAS 11,197
Votos 282
Partes 20
Hora 2h 45m

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******THIS STORY HAS ALOT  OF ADULT CONTENT AND LANGUAGE JUST A FAIR WARNING IF YOUR NOT INTO THAT KIND OF STUFF*******
 "Why the fuck can't you just accept me ?" i yelled as tears rushed to my eyes "I'm so damn tired of this shit I'M TIRED OF TRYING I'm tired of this i just.... I just can't do this shit anymore" i said sadly as the tears rushed out my eyes "you weren't there for me when I needed you why the fuck should i been there for you" i said as i took a step back. "I'm done! Goodbye, but just know when you see blood at your door step just know I'm coming and you will have hell to pay" i said as i turned around and walked away. Trust me I would be back and my intentions are to kill.

           Her name might be delicate but she is as deadly as they come. You may have thought she was bad before but as her body changes and her true self comes out is when ever thing will hit the fan. My advice to you is to watch out and get out her way.










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