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7d
rescue

how many times was I there,
on the red rug with my mother,
clawing away at me
like a vicious *****.
Ravenously,
Forgive me...
as these memories
shall bury me.
Sincerely,
can you rescue me
with limited senses
and restrictions
of my freedom
the memories
are so painfully.....
The Haunting
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The Haunting  M/Near the eye of the Abyss
(M/Near the eye of the Abyss)   
95
   Kenshō
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