Evil Sensations
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MatureOngoing7m
Last published Thu, Nov 29, 2018
His wicked smiled wasn't the only thing that scared me about him, he was something that I couldn't describe, the way his eyes look to feeling like as if fire was burning in you, but his voice- was soothing and husky. He would always get his way, no matter what price he had to pay, he was friendly- only when he wanted to be, but a cold hearted man. He was insane, a murder, some may even say - a psychopath.
His name was Brendon Boyd Urie.
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