I am fleeing the beast. Stop. I cannot go on much farther. Stop. The snow is so cold. Stop. I have my comrads' blood on my hands. Stop. I did it to save them. Stop. I didn't want to. Stop. I miss them so much. Stop. I miss them--- Stop. The mountain towers over me...-- Stop. The birches crowd the valley. Stop. Their bark is as white as the snow. Stop. As white as the sky. Stop. As white as death. Stop.
There is red here. Stop. Splashed on the trees. Stop. On the rocks. Stop. i am so scared. Stop. Please... will someone... ------Stop.
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