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Shattered.
Tattered.
Broken.
Torn.
Deafening.
Chaotic.
Loud.
So many people.
So many voices.
So many crowded spaces.
One Face for our 28.
Different Races.
Different Accents.
Different Feelings.
One Shell for us all.
Fractured.
Together.
Happy.
Depressed.
We all just do our best.
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StaIn the dark, hidden by the shadows of willows, stood a figure dressed in black. Slim and agile, short and proud, with onyx black hair swaying gently in the breeze. Moon light lit up the surrounding park, as aqua blue eyes pierced the veil. Light breaths could be heard along with the thump thump of the figure's heartbeat. Twigs snapped under the weight of a foot, as the figure tried to move silently along the trees. Bark falls silently to the ground as a soft and slender gloved hand braces itself against the rough trunk. A dagger shines in the moonlight, from the holster on the figure's leg.
By Nathan Raine5 years ago in Fiction
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