Sit

by Monica   Feb 23, 2006


I sit down in a corner in a cold dark room, I rock back and forth not knowing what to do. I have a razor in one hand and a gun in the other, which should I edevor? The pain of one will last for a little while the other will blow me away. What to do???? I have no clue....

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