The R3veNge_clan
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this is a story how the R3veNge_clan was created some parts may be to graphic for younger audiences.
I don't know when I first wanted R3veNge. It could have bin in an argument, maybe after a fight, maybe after being hurt, manipulated, lied to, abused, used, betrayed? Nobody knew the center of R3veNge Nobody can ever know the cause of R3veNge. For me it was inescapable silence.
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