Posted on October 30, 2018
by Bob McCranie
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here, I’m in Hell, my scars plain to see, there’s no drama – stolen – no one knows me now. That time I was living insanely, I used up my words, made an ass out of myself. I am danger, everything to lose, down…
Category: 2018, 69. NovemberTags: Ryn Holmes
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