Back To Eden
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She told me I was killing Eden. Someone was out to get me. I had just come back to Eden and now murder played in front of me as if we were playing a game of cards.
I felt relief take away the pain as I watched her suffer alone.
I felt better when I just left it alone.
I will feel better when we are all gone.
This is a Sleep Token Fan fiction based off their lore. I do not own any of the characters nor do I have anything to do with the faces behind the anonymous band. This is completely fictional using the members. This is for mature audiences.
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#65- sleep
Started- December 22nd, 2023
Completed- March 1st, 2024
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