Apocalypse
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Once upon a time, I met a reckless little person with a cute accent
But sadly, the universe didn't let us stay...
So this is the story of how we created our apocalypse.
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Once upon a time , She was a happily flying butterfly, With life full of her chirpiness. Her one and only love, Was her life. Their little world was happy, Until that fateful day, That soul should drown in the happiness in their world, On that day, But same day as, Taken away her happiness, And crushed her soul brutally. Now she is a crushed soul, With emotionless and pale face . Her love is waiting for the revenge, For tarnishing her soul. Her love is hungry for ripping the souls of animals, Who has crushed her innocent smile. 💙💙💙💙💙 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
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