Terror By Francine Pascal
Terror By Francine Pascal
The sight of blood makes my heart race.
The slightest noise makes my palms sweat.
A tiny spider makes my stomach drop.
Everything frightens me.
And I've never been happier.
Terror By Francine Pascal
The sight of blood makes my heart race.
The slightest noise makes my palms sweat.
A tiny spider makes my stomach drop.
Everything frightens me.
And I've never been happier.
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