A Memo of Death
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I'm crazy like I'm torn into thousand of pieces of paper
I can't believe that this is happening.
How am I able to escape?
Do I still have the chance of escaping?
Can I find the way to escape this unbelievable place?
A place where only myths and legends exist.
HELL
This is a game
Either you live or fall
Either you live or die
Can you conquer the quest?
Can you find out why?
Or you'll end up on falling
And falling until it's slowly killing you more than the pain of your death
How much do you know yourself?
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