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The Death Clock

The Death Clock

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(Caitlynroo1298) Everything seams so peaceful. Are my eyes deceiving me again? Is this another one of their illusions? Surely, this can't be true. Not after what just happened. This must be a dream. How can anyone be calm after so many lives have been taken? I lie on the streets of Karakura Town, and remember... No one can see us, that's why. Why would anyone besides my comrades,who are already dead, be able to see me? I laugh at myself for my foolishness. Is this how it all ends? Is the story of me really this short?
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