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False Hope

A dark shadowy figure looks down at me. I can't seem to make out his face, I never can. That was the least of my worries as I lay there dying. The figure then Whispers "Not yet. You're too special". That's the end of my dream. The same dream I've had for the past few weeks. I have of course did a Google search to try to find a deeper meaning. Turns out my self conscience feels sorry for me and my pathetic life so it's trying to make me feel better by telling me I'm special. But I know the truth.

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