Blood Deth The Killer
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MatureComplete Mon, Jan 4, 201610m
This storey was deleted from creepypasta wiki and since its my storey I decied to tell the storey from my point of view. So this is the story of how I became who I am. Why I became the way I am and why I look the way I look.
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