A Thousand Shards, A Thousand Memories

A Thousand Shards, A Thousand Memories

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Someone screams my name. My hands are covered in blood and dirt, my lungs are filled with water. I feel trapped, and I can feel myself slip away. They say that death is permanent, and once you die, it's all over. I can remember if I died or if I dreamed that I did. Words and pictures blur in my mind, trying to create a scene, maybe a memory, or maybe something more. I just know one thing. If I slip away now, he won't let me go.
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When we lost each other's hands it felt like I was living in a kingdom with no exit, like walking on a frozen lake but weighing 300lbs. I had to find another way to live and so I breathed once and then I breathed again. When eyes can show you the way, and breath can make you invincible, what is there left to fear? I thought I needed saving from the wolves, I thought the claws and teeth would be my end but they taught me that I had been the wolf all along.

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