Crying blood
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MatureComplete Mon, Jul 16, 20181h 12m
I'm seeing my dead mom.
Every time I see her I cry a river of blood
I need her to stop.
Every time I see her she tries to scare me.
She tries to hurt me.
She's even tried to... kill me.
How can I make it stop...
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