voidvitality
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With the sight in front of me, the blood running in my veins goes cold.
I spent my life finding ways to avoid it, to put it off - but no matter how hard I tried, I no longer could.
I couldn't avoid what I was born to do. It was - we were - beyond changing. Fate was laughing - high and cold - in my face.
So with a sigh, I stood up and prepared to die.