Save Me, Sir
- LECTURES 53
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture13m
Dernière publication lun., janv. 9, 2017
I am Raven and my life is a living hell. My parents abuse me, and I am bullied at school. There is only one way to end this pain. Jump.
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❪ 𝘣𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘦 ❫
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ .ೃ࿐ 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑽𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ! ── 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝐛𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐞 / 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐬 / 𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧_𝐛𝐛𝐲 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎Terminé
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