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While the walls draped in moist floral print wall paper, the fading stain of the hardwood was peppered with tiny flecks of soft pink paint. Hanging on..
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Much time had passed since Christine lost her parents to the cold water that night. Flowers had blossomed into full bloom and slowly grew old and brit..
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warning: no weak stomachs. insects, asbestos, and rotting inside.
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holding on.
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Where have you gone?In a flashback I remember you said you'd stay forever.Even through the darkest weather, you said you would be here.I climb, I brea..
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pure, pale, perfect.
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heart ache, longing, death.
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Far away from here, a mirror stand tall against a chipped brick wall.In its reflection one is only to see me, but faded and switched against reality.W..
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purest of forms.
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Carve the earth in pieces with our blade.Create our life revealed through more pleasant shades.Monsters, they exist.We will tackle them downLeave them..
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