The cursed Children
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Tue, Sep 15, 2020
2 kids bear this curse
as their dreams shall reherse
but as life sets them back
the PTSD boy's fur will turn pitch black
as they'm both shall die in the end by the one who they trusted the most
(art is not mine i just dunno how to draw ;u;)
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