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Aug 25, 2011 12:02:13 GMT -8
Post by ♚ on Aug 25, 2011 12:02:13 GMT -8
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I hadn't slept for a few days now; the toll was starting to show on my body. Every now and then I would stumble along this path I walked, unable to keep my footing in the moist soil, littered with rocks as it was.
The very edge of my shoe caught against a hard object and I stumbled forward, feeling my balance tip. I slammed into the ground and a shot of pain tore through me: I had fallen onto my paintbrush, the handle of which was now embedded into my eye, which was bleeding profusely. Unable to struggle to an upright position I lie there, the world fading to black as the time ticked away.
scrap!
