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Were they dead? I could not tell at this time. Yet, it didn't matter. I had to leave. Now was my chance. Parting now was my prime desire. I felt an iron door. Heave with my effort, I shove it far aside. I run; I feel grass at my feet. So weak I felt. I completely lacked any stride. I think it was night. It all felt so bleak... I passed out there, in what felt like a hill. I awoke to my friends; the ones I met who helped me get better. Who helped me **** They mentioned I still had my blindfold set and took it off. It was tragic to find, that it was a trick. They laughed; I was blind.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
An Evil (Pt. 4)
Were they dead? I could not tell at this time. Yet, it didn't matter. I had to leave. Now was my chance. Parting now was my prime desire. I felt an iron door. Heave with my effort, I shove it far aside. I run; I feel grass at my feet. So weak I felt. I completely lacked any stride. I think it was night. It all felt so bleak... I passed out there, in what felt like a hill. I awoke to my friends; the ones I met who helped me get better. Who helped me **** They mentioned I still had my blindfold set and took it off. It was tragic to find, that it was a trick. They laughed; I was blind.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
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