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Confessions of a serial killer [UNDER RECONSTRUCTION]
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Última publicación lun, ene 26, 2015
Why create art if you're not to show it? But art is not created by man. If not, art creates the man. Thus, as of today, I'll show the world that creation: This is my diary, this is the confessions of a serial killer.
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