I do not feel the wind, or smell the salt air. I only stand, staring at the horizon, with the marks of some inner crucifixion and woe deep in my face.
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Thankfully this happened after I lost all hope for humanity or it would’ve hit hard.
Thankfully this happened after I lost all hope for humanity or it would’ve hit hard.
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