Trapped

Trapped

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Thu, Feb 16, 2012

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Tags250 accident short trapped trauma

An original work by me, written in 2008. Photo credit ~ http://photographyphotoshoot.com/lifeless-eyes-photography-by-lena-dolls.html

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