Beg for Mercy
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Huling na-publish Fri, Jan 13, 2023
"They bled, they bled, their screams poured out and their tears came flooding out. They tried to wash the blood away but it just kept coming back. They scrubbed the evidence till their hands were raw but nothing could erase the stain of memory they left behind."
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