Watered
Watered
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"there is no running, child." I gasp heavy breaths as all will to live slams out of my heart. Tears of scorching stars sting rivers down the cold flesh of my cheeks as whirling rages of wind frolic around me. Taunting. "You cannot escape the clutches of pain. Hopelessness. You cannot run."
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