I hear the guards are yelling, like They are scared to death and They run away. I'm scared to death. PTSD. My mind is confused. I hear things from my past. From the car accident. I slowly look up and I see You. You just stand there. Your expression is neutral. I narrow my eyes and tilt my head. You don't even say anything. You're just playing with your lighter.
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07/04/2025
W0lf.D0ren
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07/04/2025
W0lf.D0ren
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07/04/2025
W0lf.D0ren
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07/04/2025