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Product of evil. Cast out by the shadows that weep in the dark, Bequeath my core to the Spirits that mourn, Denial the decrements of societies dreams, We were all sentenced to die, the day we were born...

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ancillatua: “ aubenoire: “ Faire de toi un objet, que je contemple pour mon plaisir. ” I know that you have moments when you do just that. And you know that it brings me a surge of perfect pleasure...

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