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Fallen

I stared at the paper in disbelief. What is that? Distantly I heard the sound. An echo resounded poignantly, far away. Ringing in my ears. But that paper in my hands…something pulled at the ink, blurred it together. Clinging, it spread as I gasped. Mine. This is my blood. And then I fell away.



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