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Criminal Angel

Criminal Angel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 28, 2017
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Justin Bieber
As lembranças nunca foram boas, elas me rasgam a cada dia e a cada noite. Eu sempre tive um novo alvo, eu sempre fazia daquilo um desafio. Eu não sinto remorso por ser uma assassina de aluguel, afinal ninguém desse mundo é limpo, todos temos contas a pagar com o diabo. - Pois eu sou como uma arma baby, uma arma da destruição
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