Shivam Anand

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My vision blurs. I wipe my eyes. Tears. I can’t … I can’t remember their names. But … they were my friends. My comrades. Only now do I realize I’ve been facing away from them the whole time. I’ve done everything I can to keep them out of my line of sight. Scrawling on the wall like a madman with the corpses of people I cared about right behind me.
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