psychicrox
I think it's cold, yeah that would be what it is; cold. I think it's going to be okay but I thought that three weeks ago. It's not going to be okay. I'm going to be stuck here forever and nothing is going to change. I'm going to be here in the cold. I wonder what death feels like, I assume it's like this.
The leaves were strange, he touched them trying to decide if it was safe or not. It smelt like mint but he could tell that it wasn't mint, it wasn't anything he had ever seen before. He gently picked a leaf off of it and held it up to his nose. The smell was different almost like cherries.
The sun beat down heavily on them, it was nearing 100* outside. He wondered when they had run out of water and how long they had left. It seemed like years watching the vultures circle around them. It would have been a beautiful day if they weren't lost in the desert. Stuck in valley where death followed them. He laughed at the name, it was called Paradise.
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