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A voice of the undead

What is around the next corner you ask? Can it be the sound of your voice screeching threw the white and brown walls I hear a voice a yell that is heard from four miles away ,but I try to forget and to see I am not the only one hearing voices.
The time is coming when I see spirits marching up down my body like if i was dead.
I could not feel a thing to remember I had a shard, bloody unworthy sword shoved into my body I am a corpses that cries into pain I look away for help, but no one is around to hear me weep for help.
Is this the last of me with only a word to say ' Can I be the last one to die'' Now is the time I begin to cry or do I have emotions to speare to only remember i hear a voice scratching threw my walls
Written by Candismiller19
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