Never Ending Life
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Última publicación dom, jul 31, 2016
It started like most other days, boring, and a replay of the last. In a way, I'm immortal, yet not immortal. We all are like this, or, we are after death. I know how I die,i re-lived it about twenty or so times. It's nothing new. But it's so painful. Hi, my name is Elizabeth. And yes, I already broke the fourth wall. Don't judge me cause I'm different. I HAD so many friends. Emphasis around had. They all died, and it's not the same anymore.
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