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Our game, their love
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Categories: youthfulness
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When I was like a crow in the twilight with reckless games, pursuing their own beliefs and freedom, but to their love cut piercing wounds, blood. Caught off guard slaps, irretrievable lives, forcibly imposed monstrous love, insensitive retreat ...... a heavy stabbing and twisted door, a game of hot blood and violence, devouring our lives. When every ...