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He walked into the empty room to his knees I saw him fall on the window was a mirror no escape from his own soul
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
Haunted house, my home
He walked into the empty room to his knees I saw him fall on the window was a mirror no escape from his own soul
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
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