N O T N O W, N O T E V E R

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Though death is a promise thing dearest, to go on your own will, is just something that I cannot allow. Not while I breathe this life, you shan't. And not even after, for I'll be your protector, your silent guardian Angel, to safeguard you from all harms of the universe, always.

N A M M

21-01-19 / 1606

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