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I am the blood that is stained on your walls. No matter where you are, I am always watching. You may lock your windows, bolt your doors, but I seep through cracks you didn’t know existed. I am not a memory. I am not a ghost. I am the truth you buried—and I am rising.
I am the blood that is stained on your walls. No matter where you are, I am always watching. You may lock your windows, bolt your doors, but I seep through cracks you didn’t know existed. I am not a memory. I am not a ghost. I am the truth you buried—and I am rising.