My Back Your Knife My Gun Your Head

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He stood there. Motionless. All he could see around him were pretty shades of red, just like they’d said he would see. They told him it’ll give him peace and happiness. They said there, in that moment, life would start making sense. And indeed it did. He craved for the light, everything white; Not red. […]...

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Atishay

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