Acid Sky
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"This thing you called love is not real was it? I never imagined such thing, to be in a chaotic manner, teach me how to create it, because a power, as strong as love, could be the death of a mind or the birth of a genocide." ((MATURE CONTENT : Swearing and Cursing))
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