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Сто Святых

As I look into your eyes, I see a dark spiritual being, Then in the darkness, your soul Bleeding, writhing, screaming... Hating, fighting, loathing,

She cuts herself beneath her clothes A secret room that no one knows. She likes the way she hurts herself. It makes her feel like nothing else. She

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