Wordle #451

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The roots wrapped around me with tremendous speed“Yes,” I screamed, “I’m next!” My left and right arms pressed tightly against the tree, its wooden fingers clamping down tight like a valve forcefully shut off. I imagined dying would be a treat compared to the life I’d led. “Fade to black” came to mind as my watch ticked down the time—small spikes wrapped around my arms like a wheel as they dug into me for nourishment. “What a beautiful green seam,” I thought as I lay there, continuing to bleed out as the leaves grew over me like a cover.

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