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Tw: Accident. Bl00d
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R A N V I
Age: Nineteen
The end is close. Our end is so close that I can see it even if I close my lids for a fraction of seconds. My hand is soaked in warm, thick, sticky and dark blood. It doesn't belong to me. It belongs to my sister. Her sobs are audible, and her body is burning, exactly like mine.
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