When THEY exist
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Last published Sun, Sep 8, 2024
Oslo is a 15 year old boy who has been tortured all his life by people who hate him. One day, he decided to end it all. Unfortunately, his plan doesn't work out and he's left to suffer as a blood sucking monster stuck on the hell called earth
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