Blood on my Hands
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MatureOngoing12m
Last published Tue, Oct 8, 2019
A man going by the name Louis talks to his inner voice(voice in his head) while he randomly passes out at random times and wakes up in the middle of schemes. What he doesn't know is what happened while he was out and ignores it. Is his inner voice some sort of split being or is it himself just in a different perspective of him.
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