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This is rather long, and could possibly be accused of being self-indulgent tripe. Despite this, I'm inflicting it on you anyway. Comments welcomed as ever.

( Flashing before your eyes )

there worce things as death

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i want to mone, skream and most of all hide. they maybe pack but still the need to hide my weekness gnorres at me.
the stake had slid in so easy for cara like it was butter spread on a wound. instontly i am frozen. the mussles i forced blood into to work suddenly revert back to how they should be. the staking hides my most feared flaw for now, but any one with knolage of bodys, can see the twist of the right arm, the claw like hand under the burns is a resolt of mussle damage.
slowly the blunt hole in my spine will bleed if they keep moving me about like i can feel.
picked up with if not tenderness, then care not just of the stake but my body.

this is hell worce than my made day. now i have a clear mind, can feel, smell the underground ways we use, hear the squeekings of rats and worce of all see my home fading away.
i had only lived here a month, but london was my home always in one shape or another and now i can do nothing.