He is my runs alone
to her home
"PICK UP THE PHONE"
He screams
He can't be late
She will not wait
"THIS IS MY FATE"
She cries
He's at the front
She's on the hunt
"i'm almost done"
She whispers
He waits for more
She's on the floor
"open the door"
He pleads
He had no way
To make Her stay
"She got away"
They die
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Author:
Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2019 16:12
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