Bloody Innocence
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Last published Sat, Nov 8, 2025
They are brutallly killed, but who killed them?
Can someone do something that you never expect them to do it?
An angelic face is just a mask and behind that mask is the devil that will bring you to hell
"They hurt me, they destroyed my life, they took my innocence, I lost everything, I will never forgive them"
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