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Thus Begins the End.
It's only been days since I first saw him, but ever since then, we've seen so very much of each other. When I first saw him, it was such a blurry sight, but now I can clearly recall most details... He sat in the corner of that dank, concrete cell without any clothing. Upon his pale, broad, yet angular face sat 2 perfect almond shaped eyes that were nearly black. Under his eyes were eerily dark bags that would scare most- he must be some sort of insomniac, perhaps? Across hollow cheekbones, there were a few cuts and some on those ghostly, dry lips. Occasionally the sad, creepy face would tilt back with a soft chuckle and a nice smile, which would have dimples to it were he not so gaunt. His laughs were always different, but never genuine- hearing each one was like a nightmare from each facet of his torn soul. Tawny brown hair which was comparable to a bird's nest sat on his head- at a few times it was matted down with blood, but usually it was somewhat poofy and scraggly. His gaunt, unnaturally-white body wasn't very muscular, and many of his bones showed under his skin. Gashes, scars and different sorts of wounds lined all over him. He has a ghastly stare which you wouldn't believe- a heart simply turns to ash upon looking at it. The lonliness and pain through it is nearly unbareable. The image gets even worse when I realize that there is a blood-stained, wet floor and walls covered in some sort of red writing which I didn't get a good look at. It was scrawled and probably written in his own blood. Dear lord, will none have mercy on his soul? Through this I cannot help but wonder who this one of my visions is, and even who am I?
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