The pain that gnawed at him inside, tormenting him without letting up for even a moment; the hopeless awareness that everything was over but life was not over yet; the frightening, disgusting death that was approaching step by step was the only reality, and the same never-ending lies. What meaning could an hour, a day, a week have in such a situation?
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1036099413 |
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76561198996365141 |
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STEAM_0:1:518049706 |
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[U:1:1036099413] |
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https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198996365141 |
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https://s.team/p/76561198996365141 |
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