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~Lianna Black~
It feels like my head is being drilled on by thousands of screws, aiming to open up the locked up contents of my useless brain. I feel cold, yet I feel warm at the same time. It doesn’t make sense. I feel like I’m dead, yet I can feel the life flowing through my veins. My heart is still there as I listened carefully, singing along with the gu
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