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Stuck .
The soft , cool breeze tickles my nose , bringing with it the soft smell of decaying leaves , mixed with the clean , sharp smell of a cold fall . I walk into the old graveyard and kneel beside a crumbling old grave marker . Running the tips of my fingers across the faded name I smile sadly . This is all that's left of a beloved family member I think . The memory . Maybe even not the memory i think , as the grave marker crumbles even more until my fingers . I stand up and try to walk out of the graveyard . The leaves underneath my feet squish into the ground . The mud pulls down on my feet as I step , feeling as though the ground is trying to pull me down hungry for more bodies to join the millions already beneath the rich soil . A chill of fear tingles down my spine as I realize I'm stuck in the mud.
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A picture of a old cemetary