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doom...or freedom?
Clock ticking...wrist bleeding
Only a few more minutes to go.
Closing the offensive object in my hand tightly, watching the blood flow freely dripping down towards the cold stone floor, hardly breathing.
Lip biting and the aroma of dread filling musky air, Hardly aware.
Slow quiet breathing filling the large vacant room, awaiting...doom?
Only a few more minutes to go.
Closing the offensive object in my hand tightly, watching the blood flow freely dripping down towards the cold stone floor, hardly breathing.
Lip biting and the aroma of dread filling musky air, Hardly aware.
Slow quiet breathing filling the large vacant room, awaiting...doom?
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