Hate me-see if i care
- LECTURAS 11
- Votos 1
- Partes 3
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Última publicación jue, oct 1, 2020
Death is hope and despair and time,
and I see each version of death shed a tear when I take a life not yet ripe, not yet a fire, but a spark.
I was acquaintances with death, but now I am enemies, and I can only hope they will not find me anytime yet.
-from the prologue
IMPORTANT: this WILL include sensitive issues about abuse (both sexual AND physical)
#Villain who DID NOT sign up for this shit, but am VERY WILLING to go along cause, hey, this killing thing is actually kinda fun :D
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