THE PINK DIARY
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MatureOngoing
Last published Thu, Jan 1, 2026
All I ever see is pink. I live in a wonderful paradise surrounded by beautiful things everyone could wish for.
Pink is the color of my world, until I can't see no more...
And when the pink becomes red, everything becomes bloody instead.
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