Manson
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Última publicación mié, ene 25, 2023
David the child of a demon in a human house without knowledge from his parents. Michael the spirit with human skin left outcasted by his own family.
Mindless-a state where the persons natural abilities are put into a hyperdrive like setting though it can be entered by day to day people only people like those in the institution and others like it can both learn to control it and have their special abilities enhanced
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i exist [as the definition of nonexistence]
/ˌnänəɡˈzistəns/ the fact or state of not existing or not being real or present. (alternatively: the state of having dug your own grave into the wet earth of a forest far from everyone who ever pretended to care, lying down and letting maggots make homes inside the cavity of your vacant lungs)Concluida
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:; ↳ ❝ [others can't see me because I'm magical, only you can see me.] ¡! ❞ ✎ written and completed by @WITTYC4MELLI4. the following contents may contain gore, mentions of suicide, harmful words, and bullying, beware.
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