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The Voices
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The ink fresh and the writing messy but well marked would show the man was in a panic. 

"Ah. The mines. Ever since that day. Ever since that day. The world was post to end. I was going to die. And yet it didnt. I felt death. I felt fear. Am i alive. No. I cannot be as something is wrong. Day and night. Morning and Noon. So why!? Why is that fucking voice in my head. Why am shaking. Why am i feeling as if i am about to be consumed."

The writing become scribbles in some parts.

"Its try to wake up. Its after me. Though it will not take me. I am in control! I AM the one who is not going to let it win!"

Though it will all stop.

"I need help."


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