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-Monologue: Ludwig-

A cry for help

Running across the sand, cold water shocking me to my core

The sting of salt in my throat, urgency in my veins


A lapse in character

The roar of the gun muffled under the blue water

Crimson flowing freely throughout, tainting the world around me

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