Love, Live, Murder

Love, Live, Murder

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 13, 2016
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"29th of August 2014, I broke up with him, it was the time where I can finally be free. But wait... Am I really free? Or still caught up with his dirty little bloody hands..." ---- PS. This was my first time to write a story and share it to the public. So be gentle with your comments :) Good vibes only :) God bless!!! Hope you'll like it
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