Not Alone (depressed creepypasta reader)
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- Partes 21
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Última publicación vie, dic 11, 2020
You have lighting, and fire power. You can control lightning and fire with your hands in many ways...
Will you get new power or will you find love or will you die alone... Read to find out...
Depression, Gore, and Abuse warning
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