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When life become a thing, a group of numbers, become a byword, life is almost nonexistent, they just sad to death. Only those who know their past to retain their memories, only those who know their death how to shake the world of balance, only those who face their souls, not afraid of guards and try to cut off the tragedy, only to save persistent belief without impurities confluence of agglomeration, will have God also regret the amazing power, the soft strong hands to keep life temperature, to prevent death took away all traces of existence, let the life become a real life. Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
Hello Zhaona：In God's Hands colored pencil 
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