Killing Mind - Editing

Killing Mind - Editing

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WpMetadataReadMaduroConcluída sáb, nov 26, 20161h 34min
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Terror
Marcus's reoccurring dreams are beginning to make his life a living nightmare, and he's not sure why. The nightmares he faces at night begin to collide with his mind when he's awake, especially when voices fill his head telling him to kill. Can he discover what these dreams mean, and why they're happening to him? Love may win this battle that Marcus has with his mind. Trigger warning: Contains extreme OCD and anxiety. Cover designed by @AuthorClarke
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