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I set my foot in my cottage |
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Eyes attracted by human debris |
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Floorboards covered in spinal fluids |
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Oozing liquid putresence |
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Open the fridge; gory sight |
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Human remains; total disgust |
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Mummified body concealed |
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Rotting corpse beneath |
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Digging up corpses from remote graves |
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Deathmasks fill every space on the wall |
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Walking through the house dressed in human skin |
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Wearing them for hours for peculiar thrills |
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Am I the source of these human remains |
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My mind is blank, eternal haze |
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I cannot remember the things I've done |
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Lost remembrance, consiousness gone |
