Killer Clown Strikes
- Lectures 53
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 6
Hi there my name is Lucy, Lucy bakerton I live in the small town of aurora Colorado I am twenty two and I am a clown I work for children's party's and other occasions life seems pretty normal for someone like me but it isn't I.... have a problem I feel like......like... I need to kill people like I need to stop there suffering, suffering everyone is suffering... I need to help them I think in my brain every day but I never want to do it because I know its wrong.....but I need to,I need to stop there suffering
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