A Sinners' World
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Concluída seg, jun 15, 202035m
How do you feel about sins?
Do you have your own "silent" sins?
What about deception?
Do you like to deceive people?
What about yourself?
What if you deceived yourself?
Would you be able to realize it?
Sometimes, even the smartest people fall victims of their own desires. But... sinners are always punished in the end.
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