-Corpse Party; Confined-
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Última publicación dom, ago 24, 2014
And just to think...
Only mere moments ago I had been joking around with her...
And now here she was.
Her body being toyed with by the wind.
Her feet inches above the ground.
Saliva dripping from her mouth.
The noose around her neck tightened with each swing.
I'm so sorry...
So sorry...
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