12/17/2016  Hypnosis (Whether this is real or imagined, or perhaps something in between, there can be no doubt that our victim here suffers from an extreme amount of stress and has become highly agitated as well.)  Losing track of time as mind, body, and soul continue drifting into a comatose state of seemingly irreversible numbness. Unwilling to accept this dreamlike reality, which at the same time feels anything but real, yet finding yourself struggling to understand and make sense of the unexplainable, this becomes the most dire of situations imaginable. Why am I being held against my will, and can this truly be happening to me? Surely this is some kind of bizarre nightmare! Telling yourself these things while being subjected to inhumane treatment, both the pain and humiliation feeling all too real at the moment. Why can't I just wake up and end this unjust suffering? Refusing to either fully live or completely die, and against all sense of utmost reasoning, yet nevertheless submitting at last to this continuous violation of your being. Somewhere in another time and dimension, you exist in a world which is both unknown and terrifying, a parallel universe in which humanity is but a slave to be exploited and abused. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Violent Defiance (Based on the Battle of Isandlwana on January 22, 1879, which resulted in the stunning defeat of British forces in South Africa.)   A large column of British and colonial troops, Along with many civilians who stood by their side, Were slowly but surely almost annihilated, Except for some who managed to finally escape, After engaging in brutal combat with the enemy. Yet the main column had been cleverly diverted, As the commander departed with most of his force, To chase what he believed to be an entire Zulu army. But this was merely a distraction and nothing more, Thus leaving the smaller force all by themselves, While thousands of warriors methodically closed in.  Yet were met with violent and determined resistance, As dead and wounded Zulu bodies lay everywhere, Along with the majority of the British and their allies,  For casualties on both sides were extremely heavy, But despite the larger force having mostly shields and spears   Pitted against the much smaller yet better armed redcoats,  Eventually the invaders were defeated and partly destroyed,  Only to return later with yet another determined army, Who would conquer a truly brave but overwhelmed foe. Yet on this day victory was all theirs on the battlefield.  As the mighty Zulu warriors stood together in triumph.    05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  No Escape Possible (About the Fetterman Massacre which happened on December 21, 1866, but this time the Native Americans actually won the war and not just the battle.) Eighty one men sent out to eventually die. Riding to their deaths after chasing an enemy, Whose numbers were much greater than they thought. But the sudden ambush came much too late, For the soldiers to escape with their lives, As two thousand bold and determined warriors, Who desired brutal retribution with no quarter given, Attacked the much smaller unit on this bitterly cold day. Yet the doomed men fought with great resolution, Showing much ferocity in their quest for survival. But after inflicting many casualties on the surprised foe, All were slain on the battlefield then horribly mutilated, As the victorious but angry warriors used knives and spears, To carve apart and dismember the many deceased men. Whose lives were no doubt sacrificed in vain,  As an already lost war soon forced the evacuation, Of the remaining soldiers in the surrounding area. While their forts were torched then burned asunder, By an enemy whose mighty screams of utter triumph,    Told the entire story of what the final result had been.   05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Hopeless Endeavor (About the Little Bighorn massacre of George Armstrong Custer and his soldiers on June 25, 1876, as well as what happened to the Native Americans after their great victory.) Lieutenant Colonel Custer failed to realize the grim and foreboding situation which awaited not only himself, but also many of his men as they approached the large village on this hot June day in 1876, and indeed it was an extremely fortunate stroke of good luck that the entire 7th Cavalry somehow managed to survive being completely annihilated as well. The past events regarding his cowardly attack on the mostly defenseless Washita River village would most definitely not be repeated this time around, for unlike what happened to Black Kettle's proud but doomed people in 1868, the Sioux and Cheyenne at Little Bighorn would turn the tables by making hundreds of soldiers pay dearly with their very lives! Surrounded and greatly outnumbered, Cut off from the rest of their unit, Two hundred plus men are slain, While the enemy screams in triumph, As dead soldiers are mutilated and scalped. Thus ending this violent clash of two cultures, Who were different yet equally determined, To succeed on this hot June day at any cost! Yet sudden victory on the battlefield, Surely meant eventually losing the war, As many are sent back to reservations, Or driven into Canada to suffer and starve.  But on this infamous day of slaughter, All five companies were savagely butchered, As no remorse was shown to a hated enemy, Whose leader also meant his untimely demise!   05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Ho-jeong and Jin-hie: Tragic Enemies (Influenced by and partially based on one of my favorite movies of all time, the classic Asian horror film "Phone". I love these two characters so much and they were among the first ones I ever roleplayed, and it was truly enjoyable to explore their deepest emotions as they became more aggressively hostile, while at the same time also maintaining a certain amount of respect and admiration for one another! I put a different spin on things from the original movie, because I plan on eventually writing another fan fiction story about "Phone", in which Ho-jeong is the more aggressive one of the two, although I may still yet write another story that completely follows the main parts of the film from start to finish. Needless to say, I love this movie dearly and feel such a strong connection to both Ho-jeong and Jin-hie!) Ho-jeong: Jin-hie: Ho-jeong was trying to relax after another productive yet boring day of work, but found it difficult because of certain troublesome issues in her life. Chang-hoon had been acting rather strange lately, and they rarely made love anymore. She could sense something was terribly wrong, and began to suspect her husband of having an affair. The more Ho-jeong looked into the dire situation, the more jealous and disgusted she became. Chang-hoon denied everything of course, but she knew better than to believe his flimsy lies. Ho-jeong would not rest until she found out the truth behind this whole sordid incident. Jin-hie felt great about her life, and had finally gotten the attention she deserved. Chang-hoon was a wonderful lover, and they could not get enough of one another! This went on for several months, until Jin-hie suddenly noticed something was wrong with her stomach. She threw up every now and then, and felt dizzy and weak at times. Finally, she went and got a pregnancy test kit, which quickly confirmed her already mounting suspicions. Jin-hie was now pregnant, and could not wait to share the good news with Chang-hoon! But he had been acting different lately, and wanted to break off their relationship and return to Ho-jeong. Jin-hie felt betrayed and used, but perhaps it was not too late to save everything. After finding out Jin-hie's number was left on her husband's phone, Ho-jeong became very angry and upset, but was more worried about the effect it might have on poor Yeong-ju. Perhaps if she could talk to this young woman, she might convince her to leave Chang-hoon and also abort the unborn baby as well. To discover he had gotten Jin-hie pregnant was a particularly nasty shock, but Ho-jeong forced herself to remain calm until things were over. She had in fact talked to Chang-hoon and told him about everything, and though it was difficult, he agreed to leave Jin-hie for good and come back to his wife. How the disturbed teenager would react to this, was anyone's guess.  Jin-hie heard her phone vibrate, and finally thought Chang-hoon was texting her after all! She saw the message and became very excited, and quickly agreed to meet him at the usual place. It was with great joy and anticipation that Jin-hie rushed to see her lover, but instead of Chang-hoon, his miserable wife Ho-jeong was there! It had all been a setup, and though angry, the young woman was also nervous about confronting this jealous, insecure female. The cold look on Ho-jeong's face told Jin-hie she knew all about both the affair and pregnancy too, so there was no use denying anything now. The drive back to that house was the longest one in her life, and Jin-hie did not look forward to talking with her now sworn enemy, Ho-jeong, who was deep in thought at the moment.  Ho-jeong: So finally this bitch is here now! I at last saw the young woman who had dared to interfere in my perfect family's life. Part of me wanted to choke the life from her right then and there, but I also knew that being rational and talking about things might indeed solve these problems more easily.  Ho-jeong was happy she had fooled Jin-hie into meeting her, but there remained no time for celebration. The two women drove back to the house, and Ho-jeong still kept the same cold and distant expression on her, while Jin-hie was nervous but also defiant. After exiting the vehicle and taking their respective seats across from one another once inside the house, there they sat, not talking for several minutes, which seemed to pass as an eternity. Finally, Ho-jeong spoke, and made sure to get her point across to this foolish, immature young woman. "You need to stop this nonsense right now. Having a baby is a big responsibility, and you're in no condition to raise it. Please Jin-hie, abort the unborn child and leave my husband at once. Quit living in a fairy tale, and wake up! Life's hard and full of tough choices, and you must learn many tough and difficult lessons before ever calling yourself a woman!" Jin-hie was in fact more than a little nervous at first, and did not know what to say or do. She had been exposed as Chang-hoon's lover, and to make matters worse, was also pregnant with his child. But soon her cocky attitude returned, and she would not give Ho-jeong the satisfaction of feeling humiliated or defeated. After hearing the words of this miserable woman, Jin-hie got up and finally spoke her mind. "Me, living in a fairy tale? You're full of shit bitch! Get real! He loves me, not you! We made this baby together, and I'm gonna keep it and raise it no matter what you say! Unlike you, I actually became pregnant naturally, and am perfectly willing to take responsibility for everything. I know life is hard, but already I'm more of a woman that you'll ever be! You're a cold, unemotional, pathetic excuse for a woman, and I bet you'd be surprised at what I'm about to say next! Me and Chang-hoon had sex almost every day, and made love in the very bed where you and him slept! Ha! That's right, while you were away at work, we made love in this house, in his car, in the park, you name it we did it! Yes, he was always too tired to be intimate with you, because I wore him out all day and night! Now face it, I'm keeping the baby and that's final!"  Ho-jeong was extremely shocked and stunned by these sordid revelations! She knew of the affair, but not about how extensive it really was, so to hear Jin-hie boast of sleeping in her very own bed was almost too much for sanity to bear! How dare this miserable little slut violate Ho-jeong's personal property and space! She now felt herself becoming quite angry and upset, wanting nothing more than to slap the taste right out of Jin-hie's arrogant face! But, thinking about Yeong-ju and Chang-hoon, Ho-jeong tried to calm herself back down as best she could, and was willing to let things slide for the sake of her marriage. However, Jin-hie deserved a firm response, because Ho-jeong still had a great deal of pride left, despite all that already happened thus far. "Is that a fact? Well, are you for real Jin-hie? You're not working anywhere and are still in school, and Chang-hoon can't afford to support both his family and your baby at the same time. Please either abort it or give the child up for adoption, because the reality will set in sooner than you could ever think! Consider my situation. I carried Yeong-ju for 9 whole months, and endured pain and agony which you've never dreamed of! Someone like yourself is much too young to pretend being an adult woman, so let's stop this nonsense at once. Damn you Jin-hie!" Ho-jeong finally had enough, and slapped Jin-hie's face as hard as possible, knocking the young woman to the floor and busting her mouth open in the process. "You fucking bitch!! That hurt like hell!! I'm gonna kill you for this Ho-jeong!!"  Jin-hie wiped the blood from her mouth, then suddenly lunged at her sworn enemy, knocking Ho-jeong down and laughing as she violently began choking the older woman. All that pent up hatred and rage was finally coming out now, and she smiled evilly as Ho-jeong struggled to escape. They had tried talking things through, but it was simply not to be. Chang-hoon eventually would find out the truth, but Jin-hie had other ideas. She would throw Ho-jeong's dead body down the stairs, making it look like a tragic accident, and then later perhaps he and his young teenage lover would reunite for good. Even as these thoughts crossed her mind, Jin-hie kept choking Ho-jeong while also screaming at her as well, feeling absolutely insane with madness the whole time. But just when it looked like that pathetic bitch was finished, something else happened instead, and the next thing she knew, Jin-hie went flying down the stairs, breaking bones and suffering internal bleeding as a result of Ho-jeong at last overpowering her. What the fuck happened??!! One moment everything was going her way, and the next thing Jin-hie remembers, Ho-jeong is standing above her broken, crumpled body, ready to finish this whole miserable affair once and for all. "No please, don't kill me Ho-jeong! I've... got to... call Chang-hoon... if I can only... reach the phone... but I'm so... weak......" "But Jin-hie, you gave me no choice. I'm truly sorry, but you have to die."  Ho-jeong got down on her knees, gently holding Jin-hie's head in her arms as she began crying. She stroked her hair and whispered an apology, then let go when Jin-hie's eyes closed. The older woman then began to wrap her body in plastic, but could not quite pry the cell phone from Jin-hie's hand. Perhaps death had caused the grip to tighten, but no matter what, Ho-jeong must get rid of this dead body soon. Just when she thought of an idea for proper disposal, the phone suddenly rang! A look of shock came over her eyes as Jin-hie stood back up, and began moving slowly toward Ho-jeong. Out of desperation, the older woman suddenly grabbed a large statue from on top of a nearby book stand, and violently swung it at Jin-hie, cracking her skull with a sickening thud, and the young woman fell to the ground once more, finally dead this time! Ho-jeong could at last breath a sigh of relief, but must act quickly now. She would bury Jin-hie standing face up, behind the wall! Yes, that was a brilliant idea indeed! She got a nail gun and began nailing Jin-hie's hands, then proceeded to plaster the wall up, to hide any evidence of this tragic murder. Ho-jeong worked for several hours, and it was far from easy, but finally things were finished. Now the next step was to kill her no good, cheating husband Chang-hoon! He deserved to die for daring to cheat on Ho-jeong! And then, that meddling Ji-won would be next! All part of her master plan of revenge and retribution!  Jin-hie was now dead, and her body buried behind the wall, yet somehow she refused to rest in peace. Her vengeful spirit began haunting people who had gotten cell phones with the same number she once had, and one by one they died cruel, horrible deaths. But yet, Jin-hie somehow felt the need to save Ji-won from all harm, and more than once had already done so. Perhaps it was because she was the only person who cared enough to investigate matters more fully, and get to the bottom of why Jin-hie died. As for Ho-jeong, the ghost haunted her every now and then, but seemed to be waiting for just the right moment to gain revenge. She possessed poor Yeong-ju, putting the little girl in a coma by forcing her to fall down the stairs, and was very angry with Chang-hoon for his actions. After Ho-jeong murdered him, Jin-hie felt no great sorrow, and was glad this arrogant, backstabbing man had died and gotten what he so justly deserved! But Ji-won's situation was different. The ghost would not allow Ho-jeong to kill her too, so Jin-hie proceeded to finally put an end to that sick, demented woman's life! As Ji-won struggled to free herself from the ropes while her hands were tied behind a chair, Ho-jeong threw gasoline on the entire crime scene, and was about to burn the defenseless woman alive, when suddenly her lighter went out. She tried several times to start it again, but the emerging form of the dead Jin-hie changed things dramatically. There was nothing Ho-jeong could do, except die with a look of horror on her face, as the vengeful spirit slowly moved closer! "You also give me no choice Ho-jeong. I'm deeply sorry, but there is no other way." Jin-hie began strangling Ho-jeong, slowly squeezing the life out of her hated enemy! She enjoyed every single second of this, and did not stop until the human was long dead! Releasing her grip, Jin-hie returned to the exact same spot she was before, so that Ji-won could not even tell anything had happened, except that Ho-jeong now lay dead on the floor. Yet despite finally gaining revenge for what happened earlier, tears of sorrow and regret were now flowing down Jin-hie's face, even after the wall was sealed back up and not a trance remained for anyone except law enforcement to eventually find. Only after they both were dead, did Jin-hie regret not only causing the death of Ho-jeong, because each woman had been used and taken advantage of by the real cause of this madness, the manipulative Chang-hoon, she also felt great sorrow for her own tragically cut short life as well, yet perhaps in the afterlife her restless spirit could at last find everlasting peace. 05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Kayako Saeki vs. Reika Kuze Part One: Decay of Sanity (Part two will eventually be posted as well, but I just can't decide who'd win between these deadly and powerful women, but it was still a lot of fun to finally do a Ju-on/Fatal Frame crossover encounter between Kayako and Reika! Kayako is from the Asian "Ju-on" and American "Grudge" horror movies, while Reika is from the Playstation 2 "Fatal Frame III: The Tormented" survival horror video game. Perhaps one day I'll also post part three, a backstory explaining the preexisting tension between them.)  Kayako Saeki: Reika Kuze: Kayako was resting upstairs in the attic of Saeki House, after concluding yet another day of first stalking, then killing more worthless humans who had dared intrude upon her domain! She felt nothing but absolute rage and anger, as the deadly curse continued to consume every part of her ghostly existence, along with those of the sadistic yurei's unfortunate victims as well. But that was how things were, and she had never known anything else. Suddenly Kayako felt another presence enter Saeki House, and it seemed both strange and hostile at the same time. Moving quickly, she crawled down the stairs then stood on her feet, only to see another yurei, covered in tattoos and staring at Kayako with eyes of pure hatred. Both women froze for a moment, each awaiting the next move of the other. Reika ventured forth from the Manor of Sleep, and soon found herself in another cursed residence, one with much hostility and sadness contained within those bloodstained walls. She opened the door then went inside, feeling the presence of several other lesser ghosts close by, but they were far too weak to give Reika any trouble, and she snickered as the entities cowered in absolute fear. Only one could ever possibly equal her thus far unchallenged power, and she knew that Kayako must be destroyed at once! Slowly moving closer, the female ghost approached the attic, but stopped when she heard a rather unnerving croaking noise. No doubt it was indeed Kayako, gradually crawling down until reaching the bottom, a hideous yurei whose lust for blood nearly equaled Reika's own. Finally, the two most powerful ghosts of their respective domains stood facing one another, hatred mixed with respect as they continued staring at each other intensely. Suddenly Reika lunged, grabbing Kayako by the throat, strangling her hated enemy and quickly trying to end the battle by attempting to break the other female's neck! Kayako was caught off guard by how fast Reika moved, and for several moments she could do nothing as her determined enemy strangled her with great force, cutting off the ghost's air as she struggled to breath. Summoning up all her strength, Kayako managed to throw Reika off, sending the yurei crashing hard against the wall, making a sickening thud as the mother of Toshio finally arose to her feet. Smiling evilly, Kayako now stood over the fallen woman, making her infamous croaking noises before grabbing a long, sharp piece of glass. Laughing insanely, Kayako then screamed as she drove the weapon directly through Reika's neck, impaling her as it stuck to the floor, while blood splattered everywhere! Thinking the battle was now over, she raised her hands in triumph, then snickered at the fallen ghost before turning around to leave. But this was no mere human or even a typical spiritual enemy either, and Kayako would soon learn the hard way that things wouldn't always go according to her demented plans! Reika felt intense pain as Kayako drove the sharp glass through her neck, after already landing violently against the wall as Toshio's sadistic mother threw her off. While blood gushed all over the place, she blacked out for several moments, making Kayako think her spirit was in fact destroyed, when nothing could be further from the truth. Slowly rising from what had appeared to be an almost certain defeat, Reika crept up silently behind her, not making a sound until grabbing the other female's neck and twisting it with all her might, snapping bones as she began screaming in both rage and a rather morbid form of excitement! Once again, in death as in life, Kayako's neck was broken as Reika all but decapitated it, before finally grabbing her wretched enemy's hair and dragging Kayako's limp body up the stairs. She then violently threw the other female's much abused figure down them as well, laughing as her victim crashed into the floor, but only after suffering many cuts and bruises from the fall. She then walked down the stairs and spit on her face, before turning away and confidently leaving, thinking she had at last won this rather brutal conflict between them! Kayako knew that Reika was the more powerful ghost, but nothing could have prepared her for such a terrible display of violence as this! Feeling her neck being broken again brought back terrible memories of what Takeo had done, but his strength paled in comparison to Reika's. As the tattooed priestess snapped Kayako's neck like a twig, she felt her entire body go limp, remaining completely motionless as she was dragged up the stairs, only to be thrown back down them with tremendous force, breaking many more bones as the ghost finally landed on the ground with a loud, sickening thud, but the ultimate insult was Reika spitting in Kayako's face! It would seem to indicate that this intense battle had truly ended, and indeed, for several minutes as the morbid priestess stood over her broken body, Kayako did not move nor even breath. Finally Reika walked away, victory seemingly was hers now as Kayako lay perfectly still, but just the slightest little twitch of Kayako's right fingers indicated that perhaps there was still some fight left in her after all. Suddenly she forced herself to painfully stand up, and slowly began moving toward Reika as blood poured down her battered body. Summoning up her last bit of strength, she grabbed a broken piece of wood and screamed for the first time as she raised the weapon over her head, bringing it down with all her might, sending it through Reika's skull so hard that part of it emerged through the tattooed spirit's mouth! Both women fell to the ground, Reika from the devastating blow and Kayako from complete exhaustion, for she could do no more, but if Reika somehow managed to survive this and attack her once again, the battle would possibly be over for good, but at this very moment in time, two of the most powerful spiritual entities now lay in pools of their own blood, no doubt a fitting climax to such a brutal encounter between these supernatural women of unrestrained malevolence!  05: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Dara: Feminine Brutality (My lovely Dara goes on yet another merciless killing spree, as she explores the many different ways to commit cold blooded murder.) Fractured skulls, repeated blows to the head. Pickax murder, another victim joins the dead. Male bodies all slaughtered the same grisly way. Rotting corpses, morbid smell of death's decay. Headless torsos, mementos of the insane. Keepsake items, to please a mind that's deranged. She cannot rationalize her actions. The sick thoughts that's inside her mind, Become real there's no right or wrong. Violent fantasies of a sadistic kind. Mutilated, butcher knife cutting through the skin. Twisting the blade, tearing into his flesh again. Starving hunger, partaking of the raw meat. Chewing organs, savoring chunks which taste so sweet. Dismembering remains of their carcasses.   Hunting humans, adding many to her list. She cannot stop her deadly addiction, A homicidal need to kill. The more prolific she becomes, The greater her desire for blood to spill.  04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/17/2016  Dara: Decimated Carcass (Influenced by the Asian horror movie "Rumah Dara", but this time I really let Dara have even more sadistic and perverted fun than usual!) Amputation, living dissection of bodily parts, her victim screaming in sheer terror before brutally dying. Chainsaw shredding through flesh, bones snapped asunder by sharpened blades. Broken limbs torn from sockets, organs ripped open spilling entrails outward. Twisting raw meat from gutted carcass, feasting on putrid remains, savoring human butchery as teeth impale mutilated testicles. Head decapitated, chainsaw severing neck from body. Torso quartered into slaughtered pieces of delicious meals, consumed with ravenous hunger while her insatiable thirst is also quenched, drinking blood from private parts gushing out gore. Smearing brains over breasts and vagina, erotic orgasm occurs as violated carcass rots away, infested with maggots and worms. To be partaken of later as she masturbates in ecstasy, fulfilling sickened fantasies of perversion and demented lust.   04: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/06/2016  Nonexistence (Another one about myself, back when I was an emotional nervous wreck, constantly depressed about life in general.) These last few years have passed by as if they never existed. Perhaps the never did. My life has been a virtual blur of reality, moving by much too quickly to mean anything, leaving me in a state of absolute numbness. What few pleasant moments I may have actually enjoyed, has been all but erased by a never-ending state of depression, isolation, anger and sadness. These emotions work on my mind and body, reducing me to a mere shell of a human being. Indeed, much less than one. A useless form of life, or what remains of it. Few and far between are those happy occasions, while many negative experiences always linger. I am nothing. My life means nothing. Why should I amount to anything when I do not exist. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/06/2016  I Could Never Hate You (I wrote this about my best friend, who went through a terrible relationship many years ago. I got the distinct feeling he never could bring himself to hate that girl, no matter what amount of negativity transpired between them.) You knew just what you were doing all along, easily able to manipulate me at any moment's notice, like a puppet on a string blindly obeying your every wish. I was nothing more that putty in your hands, to be shaped and molded into whatever your heart desired. Lying constantly, telling me how much you loved me, and I foolishly believed every word. I was enslaved at your mercy, swallowing every deception as you pretended to actually care about me as a person and human being in general. Slowly building my up confidence in you, my love and faith for you increasing until the point of absolute true happiness. And just when I thought there could be no wrong and you promised to love me unconditionally, your true colors finally came out and tore my heart and ripped it into a million broken pieces. Plunging the knife of betrayal deep into my soul, twisting and turning it with your lies and deception, until finally removing this dagger of hate and laughing as my heart died of emptiness and despair. In spite of what was happening, you knew that I could never hate you no matter how much damage was unleashed upon my unsuspecting soul. Although with the passing of time, you may think your merciless actions have caused me to build up hatred and anger, nothing could be further from the truth. For deep down inside this broken heart, no matter how much you despise and loathe me, or curse my name and spit in my face, the one thing I could never do is hate you my darling. This love shall forever remain until the day I die and the day you dance upon my grave. 01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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