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the whispering voices of fear down the
long disrupted hall way makes me want to run for my life.
long disrupted hall way makes me want to run for my life.
Sprinting in terror, i run for my life.
i see blood oozing down the ripped walls.
then i stop and listen. i can hear footsteps sprinting for me.
i start running. BANG!
i see blood oozing down the ripped walls.
then i stop and listen. i can hear footsteps sprinting for me.
i start running. BANG!
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