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Jan 2022
The last words I heard as her life is slipping out of her grasp
Is the irony caused by my weakness in the past

"I'll lay out your punishment foolish boy.
Live. Go find a reason to live.
So when you're afraid of death again,
You are finally ready and allowed to die."
Wise Young Pervert
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Wise Young Pervert  21/M/Dreamland
(21/M/Dreamland)   
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