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Bermuda
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Obstruction
The man's face contorts into a new shape that resembles concern.
He has delivered the same news a hundred times and it grows less compassionate with each new played out telling.
The form before him disgusts him, and the noise comes from a place of complete disdain. These words spill from him now...'This could kill you'
God, what have I done to deserve this new plague that won't leave me? (These holes through the core of me)
What was a dull ache now could be the death of me
What was once a dull ache, these holes through the core of me, could gradually become the death of me.
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