Wake Up (A Markiplier X Reader FanFic)
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Last published Sun, Sep 11, 2016
"Y/n....
Y/n....
Y/n?
Y/N?
Y/N?!?!?!"
Blackness....
That all I saw for the longest of time....
Days maybe?
Years feels more like it.....
Not able to move...
Not being able to smell...
Not able to taste....
Not being able to see.
But able to hear.
It's almost like being dead. At times I thought I was...
I guess that's just it
Being stuck between life... and death.
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