ticking time bomb ready to blow, my face starts to to glow, things start to slow. Then "boom", I explode.After going into lockdown,all a sudden no more of your town, what's really weird is that there were no sound, but there lay everything on the ground. Then I prepare to again take you down, But don't you fear you are the one who created this ticking time bomb! Now, it's too late. You've opened a terrible gate. Yes, it's now your fate be careful with what you create. It may be the worst decision you ever make.
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Author:
Jennifer marie (Pseudonym) (
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Sounds like revenge. Although it may be a dish best served cold it is also one where one needs to dig two graves.
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