fifteen.

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There’s no name to call

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he went to class as usual, albeit dripping wet. if others looked at him, they would notice a strange aura about him that day. was he... happier? it was false. fake. it was all only a side effect of the incoming visions. the bliss as he was freed of this life. death. it welcomed him.

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