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ㅤㅤto the lost, the cold
ㅤtake your seats, everyone
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sometimes you're hungry and need to prey on the weak. it's not your fault.
sometimes you're hungry and need to prey on the weak. it's not your fault.
it's love that guides my sword with such tenderness
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a perfect strike to fix the horror on your face!
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it's love that guides my sword with such tenderness
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a perfect strike to fix the horror on your face!
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