kale, I know you hate me, I know you never loved me the way I would have liked. but I am here because of you, because you asked me unconsciously. because you love me, but you do not want to accept it. but it does not matter anymore, because you're dead, the corpses finished your body. and now you are one of them.
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Story by Christine_Krey
In The Forest
"Hasta que no la agarres con tus manos, hasta que no te quemes la garganta tratando de tragarla mientras...