Burried and Still Screaming
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, mag 25, 2017
For my Senior year prank some prissy bitches decided to lock me in a coffin and leave me in a grave yard. I was buried alive. I counted the seconds I had left. When I passed out it was 00:00. That's now my birthday.
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