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Is this a dream? No, it is harsh reality. Desperation was the word for the day, and what was to follow would change her life but mean nothing at all...
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...as the nail was entering her frontal lobe, Nemisis appeared from the corner of her blood soaked eye.
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| it's you, fuck off out of my head | |
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Psychosis sets in and there is an earie smell of disgust in the air. Fear overcame her as she realised that Nemisis was her, she was Nemisis..
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