Dejavu

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The air sent pain rushing through my every muscle, every vein and every skin cell in me. It shouldn't have hurt that bad. I looked over my own flesh to find medal in the shade of bronze, but it was shattered metals that were stuck into me. The sun blared brightly into my deep blue eyes, creating the illusion that they were bright blue when they are ocean depths blue. A silloutte of a woman with a trusty, classic ol' 12 gauge. Smoke curled out of the barrel. It was then I realized that she was the one who shot me. I looked down, on my hands and knees, and watched the blood flow as I took my final breathes. Suddenly feeling tired and weak, I allowed death to come quicker than what I had intended. I layed down, trying to allow Death himself to enjoy his work since I would have nothing after this. My life will have left me, or would I have left it? Either way, it and I would be seperated for good. I took my final breathe and exhaled that little gasp of air I would never get back again. I was officially dead.

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