The last part

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Before I knew it. The door opened and  everything stopped. All I saw was blood, blood on me, on him,on them, everyone. I never really thought what death felt like. But right now as I am on its door, I realised it wasnt painful at all. Before my mind could register the pain, my body gave up.

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Some stories are written on papers and some stories are written in the graves. Some stories become the folklore some stories get lost in the moment. If you are willing to listen you will get to know that all this time even the winds were whispering a story too.

Anyways the story ends here like a unsolved puzzle.

Goodbye.

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