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Outside…

Outside, the snow it my fingers and face as I lay stark dead on the floor as millions of spears lay in my body, my tears turned to icicles as soon as they hit the freezing air of winter breath. My blood lay in a puddle beside me as I lay trying to muter out my last few words while the outside world began turning into darkness all around me like the angle of darkness was turning on me… Never have I ever been so holey in my life…

 

 

 

 

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