This body doesn't belong to me. I don't have these lips. A devil's demon, my body more and more of my soul. I hate to get up and hate it. He's a devil who stole my freedom. Most of all, if you ask me what I hate most of my nose and hair starting from my forehead.
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I thought the solution to this was aesthetically wrong. I did it, but it wasn't. That devil didn't leave me. If this is the case, I will save this satany who has seized my body by killing him.
You can stay here without looking in the mirror, can you? At least a couple of months. You don't come out too much already, so your family can see you come. Maybe in this way he will move away from satan to a more beautiful body.
I'd better be away from my family, away from my home, so that my body will keep me away.
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Suzy spread her head slightly against the window, and saw her father's smoking sorrow on the bench with her mouth in her mouth. Then he turned to the head doctor again. He restores the promise to say to him in his mouth, and if you remain here, you will be away from the satany who is crumbling in His body and in the sorrow of the family. You're not going to be a killer and you're gonna love yourself.
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