without love - the heart calcifies - Shini

without love - the heart calcifies

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Reads 68
Votes 3
Parts 2
Time 56m

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The line dividing good from evil runs through the very heart. All is fair in love and war. Though, can that also be said for a heart that is rotten and love that is twisted?

Yandere/Dark Hetalia storiesAll Rights Reserved

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