Sun, 07/27/2014 - 13:06 -- kim2019

Their backs are watching, creeping behind you to find that you've got a knife stuck in the back. they laugh at you thinking I was the one who struck, the darkness conceals them like the black plague concealed the British. They laugh and giggle but when they turn around they see that knife they had never disappears. They try and try to pass the knife to others but the truth is someone else has already beaten them to it


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