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My Finale- A Short Story of Pain, Suicide and Grief
There’s a crowd of mannequins clambering over my bed. Their faces grotesque, blood gushing from their eyes. The clothes reflect a period long gone, where suits and fedoras weren’t just ...
There’s a crowd of mannequins clambering over my bed. Their faces grotesque, blood gushing from their eyes. The clothes reflect a period long gone, where suits and fedoras weren’t just ...