Broken Soul To Love
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MaduroConcluída dom, abr 9, 201736m
Pain.
Fear.
Hurt.
Sorrow.
I've been feeling these for year's, since my mom died. I had already lost my dad and my mom remarried an asshole. I hate this life, I hope it ends. Please let it end.
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This is the Sonourge version of Loving a broken soul. I had someone request this and others so I though why not. Hope you enjoy.
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