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XXI
Axel's P.O.V.
Deep breaths.
In, out. In, out.
Come on. It's not like it's fucking hard.
But it is, it is, it really fucking is.
Still keeping my eyes shut, I refuse to move. I'm still, pretending not to be awake at the moment. Actually, I think I'm trying not to fucking be alive right now. I don't really want to breathe. It seems like it would be useless, kind of just prolonging the inevitable. I woke up half an hour ago without the f
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