the blood drips from the grip on my arm
the noises
the voices
the unseen feeling of terror
this is my hell from which there is no escape
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
the blood drips from the grip on my arm
the noises
the voices
the unseen feeling of terror
this is my hell from which there is no escape
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