Last night...

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We were a bunch of escaping people...
Handsome people.

I was in the washroom, the gents room...
I got stabbed. A lot of cuts on my palm and body.
The amount of pain I was dealing with was just not describable...

Then I jumped off the building...
And survived... yes, I did...

I wasn't scared of these big knives at all.
My whole body was covered with wounds...

Felt a soft, calming and warm body from the back...
And I think I was loved.

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