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Ink
The ink licked against my skin as I wrote on the piece if lined parchment paper. Today was the day. Today was the day...
I died. Then I woke up. It hurt as I spoke.
"Aaaahh...what the hell."
The back of my head felt warm. I touched it and felt blood.
"What the...aahhh, my head."
I died. Then I woke up. It hurt as I spoke.
"Aaaahh...what the hell."
The back of my head felt warm. I touched it and felt blood.
"What the...aahhh, my head."
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