Scream
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 48m
  • Reads 75
  • Votes 1
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 48m
Ongoing, First published Apr 03, 2020
Love is a complicated and brutal emotion as fragile as glass. It is something we all crave, something we sometimes think we have we don't really. Question is how far would one be willing to go for such a  treasure? What fucked up shit would you do for this price? Is it still a price even after it has been laced with the blood of fallen brothers and sisters who also craved it?
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