My Past
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Don't let the amulet control you, try to fight it.
I will ki* she stop and couldn't move * I won't let you hurt me, mommy. Be quite this is my body now. No, it's not.
Good job keep fighting.
Mommy knows that this is the real me and I will always love you. Now please for give me for what I am about to do. This is the only way I will win. * She takes the sword and stabs herself in the chest, then falls to the ground *
No! * she runs over to the little girl*
Mommy, I know you are strong and that you can do it. Now please remember that I will always be with you. * she closes her eyes, and takes her last breath *
I will always love you, and I will stay strong for you. * a single tear runs down her face*
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