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The room is pitch black. i cant see anything. a feel a soft wind passing me from the broken wall. everytime the wind passes I get colder. shaking from the cold I feel hunger. my belly rumbles. I feel a ice cold hand on the cheek whispering in my ear..let it go...
The room is pitch black. i cant see anything. a feel a soft wind passing me from the broken wall. everytime the wind passes I get colder. shaking from the cold I feel hunger. my belly rumbles. I feel a ice cold hand on the cheek whispering in my ear..let it go...
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