My consciousness told me that she was dead, but she continued to appear before my eyes alive. The closer she got to me, the less clear I could see. The dagger in my hand led me to cut through the fog. Is it because I couldn't do it or because I killed myself with my own hands. Just when I thought it was over, I discovered that I was the one who was remembered.
Halo I am the captain
First time writing such an article
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Maybe you won't understand it at first
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Would you rather be the one who bears the sword or the one who is raped?
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