Challenge
Dear Death,
Write a letter to Death. Make it hurt.
Sights
Death,
My rifle fell apart in the sand today. Again. I fell hard that time.
Not as hard as others.
I can still hear his voice, and hot breath pounding on my temple door. "Why do you go on?"
He can't hear me anymore, but you can. I go on for those that cannot.
The ones you took.
Yours Soon,
Me
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