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Jan 2018
Pt3
'Maybe it was my fault'.

'I should've known this would happen'.

It seemed that now, the end was in sight. Everyday was just a slow advance of time, he thought would bring him his doom.

But,

He wasn't getting off that easy.

Each day, just like the last. A wall of pain all around him.
Cameron
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Cameron  23/M/Lincoln
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