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Apr 12
The noises in this house and how they never stop when you get to the living room you run away and block the door with a broom , you'll crawl in a corner to let the world stop spinning when it does your chest will tighten and then you know it's coming, the shortness of breath and you can feel your flesh getting hot and you can see that your close to death
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Audrey
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