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 I've just read a horrifying story about inner world that often exists between mutual friends. The inner world that grows from loneliness, isolation and fantasy. Such a dreadful end could it have! I'm a little bit scared, because I know that feeling of mutual... not madness, ok, but passion... and I know how it could be strong.
It is the story of two girls who were fascinated by darkness, fantasy and delusions. And they attempted to kill their friend to be proven worthy in their isolated world of dreams and delusions.

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