The Dead Angel's Black Wings
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, mag 24, 2016
Don't let them know, don't.. just don't. whispered the girl to herself. She has been locking herself up in her room now for days. She didn't know what to do. She was afraid of everything inside of her. She didn't know what to do, she could't handle what she saw. She didn't dare to sleep, she didn't dare to dream.
What if my dreams are true?
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