Agony at the time of the weak, simple spot of the sensor, being tore oh! Like a swift cut slicing your head off your body, you lay there unaware of the pain.
Till you try to breath and fill that you are disbodied. Blood gushing to the cement as you look at your knees in front of you
freeze
cut the scene that pain obscene.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Agony at the time of the weak, simple spot of the sensor, being tore oh! Like a swift cut slicing your head off your body, you lay there unaware of the pain.
Till you try to breath and fill that you are disbodied. Blood gushing to the cement as you look at your knees in front of you
freeze
cut the scene that pain obscene.
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