More dead than living.

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Just as I wandert of away from civilization into a forest.
I felt it again.
This feeling.
But this time it was Pepsimans hand penetrating my stomach.
He wanted me dead.
I knew that because he pulled his hand out and let me bleed.
But I would die.
Because I wanted HIM dead.

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