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Flowers stained with crimson blood [Kim x Macau]

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Parts 40
Time 1h 56m

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Loneliness 

It's unusual to see and hear the lonliness in a house that was usually loud and busy 

Not much to say but everything was off after that one day 

That one specific day

Warning :

This story contains :

Self harm/cuts
Blood
Razor/blade/cutter
Rape
Suicidal 
Mention of abuse in the past

This story may contain some vulgar writings and other stuff so don't read if you're not comfortable

-SlowburnAll Rights Reserved

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