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Sep 2017
Just wake up from her mortal gaze; the ability that she uses to take you off from the right way.
Don't care about what she thinks;
That's her mortal ink: a charm that the Devil gave her in exchange of her soul, to make you be under her control.
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     Monobina Nath, deprivedkat and ---
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