Slippy saviour by Maniacal Escape

Nov 2020

He stares up.
The knife missed.
On purpose? Maybe.
He got his miracle.
Wretched little ****.
To pray so hard, with nothing to live for, to beings so deaf.
Insanity. Complete insanity.

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Maniacal Escape 30/M/lancashire

(30/M/lancashire)

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