Grief, Blame.
My fault she's gone...
The voices are right.
They fill my head with every waking hour.
They whisper to me at night, filling my dreams with terror.
They're right.
It should have been me.
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My fault she's gone...
The voices are right.
They fill my head with every waking hour.
They whisper to me at night, filling my dreams with terror.
They're right.
It should have been me.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top