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Dracula

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reads 133
Stemmen 6
Delen 6
Tijd 16m

shakira yashira

They tell stories.....,myths,and legend's, but I like no other story began.....and never ended. I have tried to tell my story but thieves.... Thieves are the one who steal they are just simple pawns for those listen. Those who believe and those who don't doesn't make it better, it only makes them want more, to seek me out, or find a burial something to satisfy they're thirst. Some say them found it and some say they've seen me and, its true everyone has but the best magic is to be see without being seen. Let's go back before the cities, building, lies and corruption...... Back.....to my time........ War... War seemed to
 be all I knew and from these wars...... They began a tale ...... A story that swept through the ages never dying, a story  upon myths and legends I stand among them, but my story has not been told only piecesAlle rechten voorbehouden

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