The mourning of the woods

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TW BLOOD GORE

You're in the woods in an abandoned house where you used to kiss the lips of someone who you loved dearly, you're mourning them leaving dancing by yourself being unable to cry while drinking wine wich is as red as the blood that runs in your veins

But you're alone til someone comes and takes your hand and pulls you close to them but their face is blurry for some reason as they dance with you in the inky woods in the drowning darkness til you drown in your thoughts again.

You're in your loved ones arms after they stabbed you in the stomach as you're bleeding on them but your blood isn't red its pitch black and they are slowly getting covered in it as you start fading away as all that is left of you is the darkness on their hands forever.

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