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┈ㆍ┈ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ メ 𓈒𓈒𓈒 𝓈𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝓈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒.
she reached for the cross on my chest. i leaned closer, my voice low, slavic and slow. “ careful,” i murmured. “ even saints bleed when touched wrong. ”
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♱. https://t.co/BCr637JpNH https://t.co/dK0YGdfjRL https://t.co/hKQgPyWCvR ⠀ ⠀ you can hate me, fear me, want me — it all feels the same to me. i don’t play by rules i didn’t write i’m not the villain, i’m just the one who stopped pretending to be good .ᐟ
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