Death's merciless hand
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Complete Wed, Jun 17, 20158m
Death's cutch is hard to escape, but watching him clutch onto another's life is harder, especially if it is a loved one's. His grasp can reach all you see, even all that you believe. Death shall never leave, it will always love and consume the ones that have ran away, escaped it's clutches and grip. Now run, and find something, anything to fight against its pain.
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