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ㅤㅤ Fear. That I shall lose my youth. That I ripen as a daughter jilted in sorrow. Tough along like a bile. Hither: “why would I be born for a mere facade?” (@VEILEDUM & @SORNRITEBOT.) ㅤㅤ
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٠ ࣪𑣿. 19 JULY 2026
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Blood became the evening’s fare.
Scribere Papyrum:
18-1
Why? I have confided in my scars (5K)
Yet her remarks was one of rooted ache.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh iya kemaren ada case pas start Bot tidak bisa berfungsi. You can send the format to my personal chat, kalau itu terjadi ya, Gourmets!
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Blood became the evening’s fare.
Scribere Papyrum:
18-1
Why? I have confided in my scars (6,5K)
Yet her remarks was one of rooted ache.
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Blood became the evening’s fare.
Scribere Papyrum:
18-1
Why? I have confided in my scars (3,5K)
Yet her remarks was one of rooted ache.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Blood became the evening’s fare.
Scribere Papyrum:
18-1
Why? I have confided in my scars (3,5K)
Yet her remarks was one of rooted ache.
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