HekiReki
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❝ Would he die carrying this shredding guilt? The rain still continued. It wasn't the kind that soaked through skin and bone, nor the kind that settled lightly on your clothes; The droplets were like tears, as if the sky weeped for them on this unfortunate day. ❞
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The Mark

It was a dark, windy night. A storm was coming in, and it was beginning to rain.Daniel gripped his left arm. Blood dripped from it, and mixed with the puddles on the ground. The knife in his arm needed to be removed, or else it would become infected,and that meant even more pain. Daniel fell against a tree with a soft "thud". He grabbed the handle of the knife, and ripped it out of his arm, the blood glistening in the moonlight. What would he do now? Where would he go? These were the words that were racing through Daniel's mind. It's just hard to believe that this all started only three days ago...

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