| Remembered are the days when I was used, bloodied and beaten. I was abused. Death surrounded me, and it mattered not, as no matter the pain I inflicted, I’d never rot. What am I? |
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| Remembered are the days when I was used, bloodied and beaten. I was abused. Death surrounded me, and it mattered not, as no matter the pain I inflicted, I’d never rot. What am I? |
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