Category: death
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Don’t Hunt the Hunter
I drank from the bottle of beer and blood. More alleyways, no more gentlemen. The streets were now only home to the cold.
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Fear
You are the enemy, at your own gate

I drank from the bottle of beer and blood. More alleyways, no more gentlemen. The streets were now only home to the cold.

You are the enemy, at your own gate