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Sometimes you can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes NO difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent . . . it would not be because it cared.
-written in blood before everything went black-
JV :::JTHM issue 5:::
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This idea is sufficiently plausible in an attempt to account for the phenomenon, the sickness and the sentence of blood.
I could no longer struggle, every moment threatened to be the last - there was pain, dizziness, and profuse bleeding at the pores, how is this possible? the transmission was
Transfusing. In a moment the sober eye of reason would detect a vibration in the flesh, creeping, incoherent, bearing no mark of a human hand