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ScrapsThe Lake of fire blurred John's eyes. he stepped onto the threshold of the cave shielding his face as he progressed. It burned the flesh of his skin, but he trudged on. She lay there, unmotionless, dead. Tears caressed her eyes, and John knelt down beside her. She did not utter a word nor breath a single breath. She was dead, so was he.Scraps
Smoke engulfed his lungs, as he said his final words, lovingly he held her unpulsed hand. "things are going to change in neverland" he said, "things will definitely be different".
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