The bloody tutu

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I saw myself.
I was lying on the ground face down.
My hair perfectly sprawled out, curled.
My perfectly white tutu, drenched in my blood.
The whit snow around me as coated with a deep red layer of blood.

"How am I seeing myself?
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She was a ghost.
Everyone dies, those who become ghosts, however were killed by their past. Anastasia had one mission.

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