Cursed Notes

Cursed Notes

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I. Blessed Vs. Cursed *** They were born with love. She was raised with hate.She was a killing machine.One look into her eyes can scare even the bravest warriors. Her goal : to destroy He was raised with care and love. He was sweet. One of his smiles can save someones life. His goal: to cure Could he cure her ? Could he save her ? Or she will destroy him ? And if you think this all started with some cursed notes...
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