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The blades of grass I tread upon pierced my feet as if they were made of glass. Leaving behind me a bloodied trail.
The sun scorched my body, bits and pieces of flesh slowly peeling off, leaving nothing but a macabre sight of muscles stretched over bones. My eyes nothing but a pool of white liquid in their sockets and my tongue burnt crisp. Gone were all worldly cares, all my lies laid bare.
Every breath of wind tore shards of my existence away. Memories began to blur and fade. Who am I?
My screams lost in the multitude of cries all around me.
As day passes into night, m
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