Exceed
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Ongoing6m
Last published Mon, Sep 7, 2015
Blood.
All I see is blood.
Is it my blood?
Who knows.
________________________
My name is Valdis.
I stopped seeing 3 years ago.
I stopped speaking 2 years ago.
I stopped breathing 1 year ago.
But my existence is irreversible. My fate, unchangeable.
I am immortal.
I ceded my life. I preceded death.
I am the Exceed.
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