This isn't Happening
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MatureComplete Tue, Jun 25, 201314m
I wanted to ran, help Matt, no matter the cost. What they were doing to him, letting me watch and burn alive from the inside, made a beast grow inside of me, anger running through my veins. I could kill anyone standing in my way in my attempt to help one of the most important people in my life. I could cut them into pieces and burn them, dancing around the fire. But, as I rushed forward, something hard and cold crushed on my head, fucking my plans.
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