Happy Deathday

Happy Deathday

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My blood felt as if it had run cold. Everyone was standing behind me just as terrified as me, waiting for me to keep going. I reach up and grab the white card off of the pin and flip it around, " 3/09/02," I felt vomit rise up in my throat. Everyone's voice rang behind me questioning what did it mean. I turned around my voice trembling, " It's..It's the date of my birthday.."
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Hoping to shake this human off once and for all, I twisted my body around rapidly with a plan to put my words into action. When I was on my way to push this man as deep into the floor as possible my body all of the sudden went rigid. When my body froze solid, so did my brain. It took me several seconds to get out of my trance and when I finally did, all that was running through my mind were two words. Those eyes. All of the feelings that I had been hiding for the last 160 years were now coming crashing down on me. They were literally shooting out from this human's eyes like fire. A fire that burned into my core.

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