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Current mood:  scared Category: Writing and Poetry
Woke up in a puddel of blood. A thing called a heart gave quite a thud. The person in the dark made a sigh. I felt it was my time to die. Trying to find some words to make a sound. This patietic life and body, I am bound. The stranger got closer to the light. I jumped out of my body in complete fright. Many a tear came to my eye. My body would not move as I made it try. For the killer was none other than I.That is one fuxed up way to die.
6:12 AM
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