
I stepped slowly through the forest grass, gently stroking over each thin blade. Perhaps I was too calm, too calm on the day I died. Even today I still remembre the pain. I slowly stalked through the overgrown vegetation of the forest floor. I looked to the sky, almost looking for answers. The sky told me nothing besides the fact it would be best to turn around. I ignored it. What was I su…
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