I am me. I am who I am. I live in my home, in my house. I am you, and you are me. Have you ever wondered what it feels like be in the Backrooms? Can you not get enough of the droning hum-buzz sound of old fluorescent lights, the dank smell of a moist carpet, combined with the stale smell of the stained, off-white tile roof and patterned tan wallpaper? Does the thought of clipping out of reality allure you?Todos los derechos reservados
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