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He followed me everywhere I went. My gaze could always avert to him. From the corner of my eyes. He was fate awaiting my return to afterlife. I could hear the time ticking in my head. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Until the clock struck 12. He came closer and closer to me. I could see not his eyes but only his smile. A smile that epitomized his await for my soul. He was my reaper. He took parts of me that I could no longer find. And suddenly I was nothing. Nothing but Empty. Until finally, the last light I saw was Darkness.
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
The Reaper
He followed me everywhere I went. My gaze could always avert to him. From the corner of my eyes. He was fate awaiting my return to afterlife. I could hear the time ticking in my head. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Until the clock struck 12. He came closer and closer to me. I could see not his eyes but only his smile. A smile that epitomized his await for my soul. He was my reaper. He took parts of me that I could no longer find. And suddenly I was nothing. Nothing but Empty. Until finally, the last light I saw was Darkness.
laura-kiyan
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
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