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Easy for you, to leave as a victim.
Why blame me for what happened,
when I'm the one left hurting?
About the Creator
Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)4 days ago in Fiction
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