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Remember: everything Per Yngve Ohlin says is made up.
Pelle, just as usual, was quiet as ever. He's been rotting in his room, layed down and silent - all he's ever done today was stare at the ceiling, he hasn't ate anything at all. He's in a trance, probably in another world, even. He's got a lot of things in his head.
A knife beside him, bloodied. Along with his bed sheets, bloodied. His wrists were bleeding - he had cuts all over his arms again. He doesn't bother getting up anytime soon, he doesn't bother talking at all either.
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