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Rotting flesh Something isn't right Troubling smell Aching heart Darkness closing in Silence echoing loudly Shadows claw their way through your heart You're breathing stops It's inching closer every second The emptiness
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
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Rotting flesh Something isn't right Troubling smell Aching heart Darkness closing in Silence echoing loudly Shadows claw their way through your heart You're breathing stops It's inching closer every second The emptiness
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Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 8:12 PM UTC
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