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''Sometimes, the truth may be seen as a lie simply because you are scared of the truth."
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If you were to die today, who would cry for you? Who would miss you? Would it be your mother, father, sister, family relatives or even your friends?
-Well....we did die, but no one was there to bury us. It was as if our existence in this world had no value. All those whom we thought had our back were just green snakes hidden in a green field, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack.
Those snakes bit us with they're venomous fangs, their claws digging through our skin like metal swords, as we felt their poison flow through our body as we fought for our dear life; life which we once wanted to end, we ended wishing for it not to cease.
The snakes had us where they wanted, six feet under the ground or at least that's what the thought is, right? You wouldn't be reading this if we were actually dead. You want to know how we are alive right?
What if I told you, we made deal with the devil? Will you believe us? Well there's only one way to find out, follow us through our journey, my dear friends.
