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Submitted to Contest #313
The stench of rot in the alley way, the cloying coppery smell of blood, and the harsh sting of cement still made themselves known despite the pain that I knew would claim my life. Paralysis suffocated me, and instead of fear I felt only rage. She was just out of my reach, she was dying because of what I did, and I couldn’t do anything for her now. I couldn’t even beg for forgiveness, not that I deserved it. Cold, stillness, and calm creeped into my body and brought numbness, sleepiness, and darkness. My life was over, that realization f...
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