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My heart pounds in my elastic chest as I slam my damp back against the wall. My breath catches as I delicately lift my fingers to the freshly wounded skin of my neck, grazing the warm trickle of blood. My head goes soft, and suddenly my vision is swimming with dark clouds. My head hits the floor, and everything becomes dark.

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