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If you are
reading this and I’m still alive, burn it.
Actually, I don’t recommend that, considering that this is a
file and not a le..
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People are weird, talking about glass when the world is in shambles.
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A Chapter by Egress
It is World War Three. Holding my weapon close to my chest, I gaze up to the sky. The sky is a shade of grey hued with yellow, little silhouettes shoo..
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It is World War Three, and the sky is eternally bright.
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Her laugh was dry. No matter how strong the glue, a broken vase was still broken.
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Choices shape the world.
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Dependency was inevitable.
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Cinderella, Cinderella, haven't you learned that glass is fragile?
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Talk to me in the language of flowers.
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