The Death-Watch
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I often asked myself whether it was just me, was there some part of me that was just wrong and made me rebel or was it a part of the human psyche. A desire to be free, to rebel, to seek a freedom never before seen. I often wondered if I was the only one and I eventually got my answer.
In a world where to live, you must conform, will one man rise up and face certain death or will he sink into the cracks of eternity.
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