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| Oh god! Someone please help me! Someone has stabbed me forty nine times in the back of the head and seventeen in the torso! My brains are coming out of my stomach and can't stop crying blood! | |
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| I'm completely certain I will die within the next minute because it seems that my stomach, liver, colon, and eyes have ruptured. My lungs are filling with bloods and other bodily items! | |
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