SPEAK.
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Last published Mon, Dec 29, 2014
I can see what is happening.
I can smell if you are fake.
I can hear all my love ones' sufferings.
I use my eyes to see.
I use my nose to smell.
I use my ears to listen.
AND I USE MY MOUTH TO SAVE LIVES.
No. No. I USED MY MOUTH TO SAVE LIVES.
"SPEAK."
No. Nooo. I don't want. Please.
"SPEAK!"
S-stop it.
"You're not going to speak huh?"
Haha. No. Never.
"KILL THEM ALL!"
And that made me change my mind.
"I-I'm going to...
S-SPEAK now."
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A/N: Hahaha. Forgive me for this.. uhh.. work? Hahahaha.
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