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Nov 2020
Don't worry.
Silken cheeks.
Powder belongings.
The curtain will come down eventually.
The knife came thankfully quick. Blood coated the next on stage and she screemed.
Until she didn't.
I am you. You are me. Monsters are man and we are true.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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