The Intersections

Here I am. Covered in wounds. Bleeding. Dying. Waiting for some glimmer of hope.

But where am I? And who am I?

This a very random, spur-of-the-moment piece of work that I wrote purely to practice my writing style and technique. I hope you like it! It's short, and left on a cliffhanger, but it's meant to be that way. :)

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