10 Folds
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Like the vines, I too began to theater at the core of my being. As blood ran down my face puddling in my collar bone, I was slipping away, both physically and (far worse mentally. -
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Despite the soft, inaudible sand; this blissful silence heightens my listening, and the footsteps echo as they approach closer and closer.
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now as I lay alone it is has consumed all my thought. It has consumed my once unyielding being. For once, I now crave what I never desired; companionship, loyalty. a friend.
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The buzzing of insects seemed to consume all near-by sounds of the suburbs as the heat beat down on the black pavement, leaving the illusion of the rippling air in the distance.
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The buzzing of insects seemed to consume all near-by sounds of the suburbs as the heat beat down on the black pavement, leaving the illusion of the rippling air in the distance.