Philip Nieuwenhuizen

Philip Nieuwenhuizen

Philip Nieuwenhuizen
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The rain poured down with an eerie look of crimson. It was then that I realized that the clouds weren't crying, but bleeding. Literally, the rain wasn't rain... It was blood. -Kyah Troyer

The rain poured down with an eerie look of crimson. It was then that I realized that the clouds weren't crying, but bleeding. Literally, the rain wasn't rain... It was blood. -Kyah Troyer