The Change

The Change

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 20, 2016
Running. Panting. Panic. All of the simple things my mind can't process at this moments. Nothing else. Why? Because of that stupid moment i decided to stick a knife - before throwing him off a cliff- into the foul monster, who is - well was- my supposed father.The bitter feeling of frustration filled my head. I can't go back to that village, now can I? Now they know my unfortunate secret. what i been cursed with. The mind of an insane person. a filthy-minded person DO NOT COPY ANY OF THIS IT WILL BE CONSIDERED COPYWRITING
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