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Sep 2013
Around, all around the sinister creatures gather. My dread grows as doom's scythe lingers above my head. It severs me, darkly as my blood drips to the ground. In horror, I run as my demons approach to take me to hell. Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon fiery, unforgiving eyes. This is my DEATH
Shelby
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