It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed. — David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed. — David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed. — David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed. — David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed. — David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
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It was a sacrifice worthy of her and dreams are made to be killed.

— David Louden, Bone Idol [bohn ahydl]
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