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The gashing slashes on my forearms glowed a malicious scarlet against the dim light of the bleak room. The liquid oozed out of the three fine cuts in a stream of crimson, pooling towards the droplets already on the hard wooden floor. The heat of the humid, uncomfortable day made the stench explosive to my nose and the tears raging down my face was scorching hot against my sticky, sweaty skin like fire on ice. The room was silent. Everything was silent. Even the thunder echoing outside in the sullen October rain was muffled under the sound of my confused hiccups and gasps for air. In a distance, I heard the grandfather clock strike ten pm in ten melancholy, long, ancient sighs. I stared hard at the small dagger next to my kneeling figure. Its teeth shone a brilliant, malignant brick red from the fresh cuts it had scarred upon my arm. If only there was something to save me. Something to save me from my misfortune future about to end my dark soul.
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