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um, I don't know what to make of this. |
Two siblings chased by monsters. We running endlessly around random places. Mom turning into a vapire. A girl running along the corridors of her old gradeschool. There would always be a torrential downpour. The feeling of being sucked below sand. Worst is the dream of a spider - biting my mom so she could die. Strange, but it was me who felt life draining out of me. |