dear 48 i was climbing through the.. 48, i wanted to show the truth.. hey we ended the war, but we wanted tonkay the aquaducts..
Month: January 2023
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they stole your heart they stole your soul they stole even your blood...
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bothing hardky that i can tell is realky me from when i was born... just an amalgamated scrambked mess.. still trying to calm this a temple when its just a...
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to the hunt. to the scavenge to the air you breath it should teach you.