Evidence log
Entry I — When I walk the walk, he whispers the word “Don’t dare it. Your life’s on bet.” I look down at myself, skin sickly green, like a ghost caught halfway between breath and memory. I can’t listen anymore; the echo breaks. Because you’re not here, and you don’t care not anymore.And that truth hits harder than any caliber ever could.
They say sleep is the cure. Sleep is a stage they sell you with a cheap curtain and a faded program. I didn't buy a seat.
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"You ever feel like life is a bad movie?" — A voice in the rain.
You can keep scrolling through the file. Each paragraph will play like a cutscene, except this time there's no pause button.
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