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Demons

Demons

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Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Fri, Oct 13, 2017

amor harry internato larry louis

" Quando você sentir o meu calor Olhe nos meu olhos É onde meus demônios se escondem É onde meus demônios se escondem Não se aproxime muito É escuro aqui dentro É onde meus demônios se escondem É onde meus demônios se escondem" Ou Onde Louis vai para um internato e ele não sabia que aquele lugar poderia ser tão sombrio e perturbador, e muito menos que poderia se apaixonar por um certo garoto de olhos verdes, tão misterioso e cheio de segredos... "- Louis, Louis, seu fim está tão próximo - diz uma voz rouca e sombria me fazendo encolher e lágrimas de desespero escorrer pela minhas bochechas."

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