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I watch as my friend

slowly slips away from

life, slowly fading away.

The colour in her cheeks

going away faster every second.

 

I did this. I made this mess.

I have done wrong, and

as I sit here, witnessing my

fault. I know what I have to do.

My name is Palace Athena.

Athena


By Piarin

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