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Is Sin Worth It?

TheWandererNears

Published: Aug 8, 2011

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This was taken from my main account, which I no longer am going to, so I transferred it to over here.

Remember this when you start to go astray. Sin isn't worth it.

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cheddarofallcheese

Nov 10, 2011

It certainly is not :I

good job on making it scary cause it really opens up ones eye's as to what kind of place hell is ;D

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