Drenched in Red
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Imagine standing in front of a mirror; a terrifying version of yourself stares back at you that you never thought you'd become. That's where I found myself today-drenched in blood, utterly changed, and desperate to understand how I got there. It was as if I were trapped in an endless, haunting dream. Blood dripped from my hands, reminding me of the dark side I had always hidden. The reflection in the mirror seemed to mock me, a chilling reminder of the unknown depths of my being that I had buried deep within.
"Could this be my true self?"
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**NOTE FOR READERS**
Just be aware that this book contains violence, sexuality, strong language, and other mature themes like abuse, death, and sexual violence or abuse. So, read at your own risk as it's not might not be suitable for some readers.
Positive criticism is always welcome since it's my first time writing.
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