poison to the mind
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Dec 22, 2012
they said it was fine, but reality told it differently , downtown in Canterbry there's the deep and dark secrets held with in
you would hate to be stuck in this mess , well it's more to survive and live then die. come with us on this journey of Miss Ellemere Kilosa as we see the love , hate , torture , deaths and thrill of that lies in her way , will life ever be the same again? , lets find out
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