double sided creepypasta fala
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MatureOngoing9m
Last published Wed, Apr 29, 2015
fala was not a ordinary girl she could split into two people. one was evil while the other one was nice..........there are some nosebleeds ahead...........Jk XD Mwhahahhaha
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