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Unseen

LECTURES 77
Votes 6
Chapitres 1
Durée <5 mins

LECTURES 77
Votes 6
Chapitres 1
Durée <5 mins

I am a ghost.
We ghost don't need to eat, sleep, or breathe. 
All we need is our anchor. 
As long as it is here, we will be here. 
When it's gone we're gone.Tous Droits Réservés

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Chapter One
sam., nov. 2, 2013

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Chapter One
sam., nov. 2, 2013

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