He was a speck in the large crowd of soulless, dark-eyed people. Could he be noticed by the people watching from above? The great mass of the people who made it, who made it to the outside, the Freeland. He stares at the balcony while being pushed, pulled yanked losing his sanity every second. He feels lost, forgotten, alone a slave in the dark. To an unknown force, chained as the people walk, he must also walk, wanting to stop to look for the light. He searches and searches but he can't, everything is a blur. The people push forward into nothing , walking forever lost in their own grief and desperation to find something that's not there. Sadness overcame him he knows he's alone he sees there is not light, only what lies ahead.
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AcakThis is just a book about my feelings and some of my thoughts wrapped up in a little story I put together so here yah go
