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Oh Mary, my lovely Mary Magdalaine. You left me alone, rotting in this cruel world. If I knew where my decision would bring me, I would surely choose to die by your side, my love... Now I have all eternity to repent. Regret that I became a monster. But most of all, I regret not being able to save you.
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~❤~ “All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of it handlers. Some parents s...
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