Siren
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MatureOngoing26m
Last published Tue, Mar 19, 2019
this world...is so evil...because of it and because of you I can't control myself anymore. I'm trapped in the devils hands and I am his puppet. I sharpened my knife off of revenge, but because my loss of control, I face the blade.
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