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There are weird faces staring on me. Their eyes kept following every move I made. My blood stream slow down and slow down, I feel like my heart beating is going to stop, sweat come all over my body. I dont know if the things Im going to do next is right or not, but I can't turn back, it's too late to stop, even if I really want to. Every portrait hang on the wall keep staring and start to whisper things about me, I hate that judgement eyes. I miss Lucient, my childhood friend, he'd never let thing like this happen to me.
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