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The knock is heard at the door. I slowly make my way toward the sound. Dreading every move I make as I get closer. The sound is getting louder, almost deafening me. I know what awaits me at the other side of the door, for Death knows no stranger. It's up to me if I invite Death in. I choose to keep the door closed this time and make death wait a little longer.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
The Visitor
The knock is heard at the door. I slowly make my way toward the sound. Dreading every move I make as I get closer. The sound is getting louder, almost deafening me. I know what awaits me at the other side of the door, for Death knows no stranger. It's up to me if I invite Death in. I choose to keep the door closed this time and make death wait a little longer.
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
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