Sinner's Last Breath
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"Sometimes it's hard to tell what your heart wants, if you want to survive out here you gotta ignore your heart and use your instincts instead."
my world may be cruel, but there is light in the deepest shadows, hope in the darkest of times, love in the most desolate fields.
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