A Killers Diary
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Last published Thu, Sep 19, 2019
It's hard to miss your family and your home. Especially when your lost with no where to run and no one to go to. But when you have a common goal with another, things can go pretty well or will turn to complete shit.
~pretty slow for the beginning but gets better I promise^-^ ~
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