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What is it like to be Death Struck?
A foul bitterness, forever wandering about the burning, iced ashes of a life never lived. Waging this internal warfare, battling this chaotic nightmare of hidden secrets. Those i call allies reminding me the penalties of all my deeds, and after this?
Death is mine, I know.
Yet, I don't want to be this.
Not anymore....

And just when i had accepted this destiny, accepted that hope was lost?
She returned.

To fuck everything up...

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Authors Note ~

(Ok.. So it's 2018 now, and as I am reading this I realize how cringe-worthy and hilarious writing this was.. It's really.. I can't stop laughing. It is not terrible. The Idea was there, the overall plot is still a good idea... But I totally RAN away with the character interactions and the drama.. and I gave absolutely NO fucks.. Not one.
This story Is totally ridiculous..
I know this.
I am laughing with you. )

I wrote this like... 7 years ago.. and now intend to finish it.. Oh GAWD..