/-| .The_One_I'm_Not. |-/ (Blurryface Story)
- LECTURAS 48
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- Partes 3
"Well, hello there, Tyler. Long time no see."
I froze instantly and turned around to find the owner of the voice, but no one was in my room. But then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes went wide in horror and my heart skipped a beat.
A pair of piercing red eyes was staring back at me.
"Found me.", he chuckled and licked his lips.
...
"Stay alive". That's what I told them. And yet, in the end, I couldn't even follow my own advice.
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