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Eyes Are Blind And Cannot Be Trusted
Never before seen this...
A dark that blinds the eyes.
So now I cannot see,
how did this thing pick me?
As I try to look deeper,
something comes closer...
I flinch back,
the monster disappears.
I steel my nerves
and reach out...
the surface of the
mirror
is so
cold...
A dark that blinds the eyes.
So now I cannot see,
how did this thing pick me?
As I try to look deeper,
something comes closer...
I flinch back,
the monster disappears.
I steel my nerves
and reach out...
the surface of the
mirror
is so
cold...
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