My breath begins to seize and my hands begin to shake.
I feel nothing but yet the numbing sensation of life slipping through my fingers.
I fall asleep to the lullaby of the beautiful creatures, from the forest, feasting on my decaying body. Only a tear of blood left running down my face, for these are my last words.
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Ashlie Pfeifer
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