
Story
Trapped
1 min read2026-01-29
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Breathe, it's the only thing you have to do, it's the only thing you can do, don't move, you can't move, scream, hold on to that, you were dead and now you're not, but soon you will be again, you have a few minutes left. You can't hear anything, you think they will be looking for you, not knowing that it was them, who tried to help you, those who will actually cause your death, because you were, but no longer. Now no one will ever know, for just once was enough for your coffin to reach you before the death that precedes it.
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I didn't turn back. I couldn't. The symphony was reaching its crescendo, and I was the final note.
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