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As I was lying there on the cold ground, my lungs filled with fluids beginning to drown. Angels and demons start to surround the lifeless body, which my friends had once found. Demons begin chainning me down, while angels are up soaring around spreading their wings not letting me down. I see a bright light the angels have won, but then I wake up, my time heres undone.
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