6:58 - the horror
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Last published Sun, Mar 17, 2019
Life is really a race...
Yeah, a timed race...
without a finish line
That is why their nightmares became their reality. When you live everyday with the epitome of pure unedited horror, time becomes your only ally.
You don't have time though.
Now, it seems that, from A-Z, 'mercy' is not in their vocabs.
RUN.....HIDE.....SURVIVE....and RUN AGAIN
it doesn't have to make sense ,
it just needs to be bloody
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