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I’m haunted by her voice, her images. My mind keeps running over the vivid pictures she drew for me; a little dying girl, tears mixing with blood-both hers, trickling down the stairs. My Chucks stop the blood path for a moment, before it flows over and through soaking the material. I step cautiously, not caring about my shoes but whether my

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[_bloodtears]

hahaa

yeah...it doesn't make sense cause its only half finished. SORRY!

>_>

but yeah. thanks :D

[hunted_always]

I think it's brilliant. I read it on Deviantart

[_bloodtears]

Thanks :D