~Poisoned Sunshine Diary~
- LECTURAS 37
- Votos 3
- Partes 7
I dont know whats worse the fact im still here or the fact Im stuck here forced to survive even though I would prefer the delicate kiss of death ,but I guess that would be too merciful for me.
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