- Reads 63
- Votes 10
- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Mar 01, 2014
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When it's over, we breath our last breath. One of our lost souls sets free. We move a chess piece in the dark room. Watching our next victim with thirst. Crying out in silence to it, and carving a path to our freedom.
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