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The Hole

Tendency to bring your fears to life.
Horror expression on each and everyone of their faces.
Enough scariness to last them a lifetime.

Howling in pain.
Only they can stop the black hole.
Lying to theirselves about their fears.
Eventually everyone will know when their fear escapes from that black hole.

DarkPrincessGirl

@DarkPrincessGirl

"Take love and multiply it by infinity, take it to the depths of forever and you would still only have a glimpse of how I feel for you."

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๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ Nicely done hun ๐Ÿ‘โค๐Ÿ˜‚

๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ Nicely done hun ๐Ÿ‘โค๐Ÿ˜˜

@leelee101 Thank you!

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