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    My hands wrap around their neck tightly as they struggle for air desperately, their hands tug at my grip. "Joh-john.. please.. I can't.. breathe.." they beg me with pleading eyes filled with salty tears. Even in these moments, they look beautiful.

    I feel sick to my stomach.

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    10 Aug 2024

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    woah mama!!!!!