MJ Wilkinson Writing

Perfection in life. Not plausible. Not this lifetime. Poor Anna Angel. She soared above. Crashedto the ground. Can she love that Whichdestro..

Why is your heart so cold? Your friendship to me Proven false. Your love My one hate. Your re-birth. My suicide. How is it yo..

Angry voices hashing unintelligible lyrics captivate. Satanic guitar riffs make virginblood burn white hot. Can any earthlybe..

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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