A knock at the door, my heart is pounding A tall man enters, sweat beads have formed at my brow His face is sullen, My hands shake He motions me to follow but my legs are frozen I try to speak but my voice is only thought I turn and look at the body on the floor it hasn't moved, my eyes focus i feel him pulling me out, and then i know that the body on the floor is me.Birth sign: Leo
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