On Immortality:
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The first drop carved a path through my left cheeck and gathered at my chin.
Why...
Why am I not dead?
I lost track of the tears as they dripped off my chin, my nose.
There was blood.
So much blood.
At least...
At least I could feel it.
Foreword
The style of writing may be a little different from what most of you are used to, but-
Thanks for clicking on my story anyway.
I wasn't very sure on how to present the writing; only that I wanted it to resemble snapshots.
I hope to slowly transition the writing into something more descriptive as our character remembers more.
Please comment if I need to improve some things.
I'd appreciate some criticism.
Warning- There may be some difficult themes.
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