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By Dubhaigan

i had asked her to stop why didnt she listen? sprawled on the floor, crucified, in her own rights it had been her own undoing. now on the weekends i drown myself and sorrows with my brother, because this time, in my life, I wont let him die alone. no one dies alone. no one dies alone. no one dies alone. Not this time...

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