

.but how was she saved?.hehe..He watched her, unable to move, to breathe; just watched. Sephy was gripping her tighter and tighter. Callie. Their little girl. What was she doing? She needed him, and like a fool hed returned to her at the wrong time, walked into her dads victorious arms. Fool. He would regret that for ever. No, not ever. For the few seconds, he was able to watch his daughter - dieing. He had felt nothing, known nothing, since that day. The day that they killed him. The day he prayed that Sephy knew he loved her, more than ever before and still he was not certain. No wonder. His anger, his thinking whats best. His love was killing his.but how was she saved?.hehe..
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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Beauty is pain...thats why I'm so violent
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I don't listen to what art critics say. I don't know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.
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Welcome to our domain, this is where the killers and tortured souls rome, and we rule it all.
Check out her fan fictions! [link]
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Beauty is pain...thats why I'm so violent
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Welcome to our domain, this is where the killers and tortured souls rome, and we rule it all.
Check out her fan fictions! [link]
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Beauty is pain...thats why I'm so violent
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Welcome to our domain, this is where the killers and tortured souls rome, and we rule it all.
Check out her fan fictions! [link]
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