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I'm done.
Vomit in my throat. Legs weak and body shakes.
Anticipate the suggested fate.
Get it over with, take me out, off the shelf..give me the worst version of yourself.
I dont want to do this anymore it's making me sick. Fucking prick..
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To end up like this, it is much better never to start anything, the writing describes a moment of tension between two people, and that being accompanied by a close-up that would not surpass it nor Nicole Kidman, goes straight to the hearts of the readers.
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