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i fear where i lay now may be where i rot.
all i can see is blood.
wounds cover my body, scratches bruises and gashes.
i dont know if im still breathing.
if im still alive.
i faintly smell a familiar smell.
something that may not be there.
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arms lift me from the grass.
the smell covering me now.
i know who is saving me.
but by god i wish i didnt.
i trust this man with my life.
he shouldnt have to see me like this.
but alas,
clownpierce is one of the only ones id trust to see me like this.
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i lay in a well made bed.
a blanket loosely covering my wounded body.
ive been fed a potion.
but regeneration doesnt do much when you barely have any hearts to regenerate.
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the last thing i remember before i was in that grass was failure.
a trap that i had so carefully planned.
it broke on me.
a piece of T&T sending me flying.
someone coming to kill me.
i won.
but at what cost?
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“branzy. wake up.”
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“branzy…”
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i feel his weight next to me.
arms wrapped around my body in desperation.
i weakly open my eyes and smile.
if i can do nothing more, i might as well do what i can.
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i lift myself from the bed.
clownpierce has given me a few of his stored away hearts.
oh how i wish he was here for me to thank him.