Finished Folds (1—3)
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6died that was my last day of life. I am now a sprit forsed to rome the earth not knowing where i am, and the torment of not being seen or heard. No one to talk to but then
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2but no one would listen to me. Why tell me why, why they just tured and walked away. Left me there all alone with him dying in my arms. What was i to do then all of a suden it came
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4I was standing there in the forest guns blazing at the monster leaping twards me. It's eyes as read as blood staring at the barrel of my gun, claws tearing at my flesh. Then out of