Bottled

Pages pile without enough eyes to look them over. Soon, every step in the house has another tattered page ready for red. Before long, the bodies inside drown under the endless words. Open the door, see the emotion, taste the blood, smell the bodies. This is the end. This is the end. What do you plan to do?

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