Cracked Heart
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Última publicación sáb, abr 25, 2020
Well lets start off with my Name, I am a Black Spinel With a fully broken Gem. Some gems thing I am zombie or something like that, I cant feel anything and even thought Spinel are Made to Smile and be Happy I cant do any of that, Might as well call me Emo, Well I liked to be Black....
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