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I looked at myself in the mirror and freezed in horror, a portal showing the deepest pits of Lovecraftian horrors opened before my eyes. My hand slowly approached my face and when it made contact I was terrified to realize this face was mine and that I was stuck with it.
And my flesh is putrid by my lethargy, I wouldn't want to subject anyone to its necrotizing touch.
And my flesh is putrid by my lethargy, I wouldn't want to subject anyone to its necrotizing touch.