The world is full of mysteries. The world is also full of people with vastly different opinions, which leads to arguments, which in turn leads to death, war, famine. I pity humans, really. They just don't seem to get it. People want to be right, they want to be better than others. They want someone to blame, they need someone to blame. You'd think they'd learn. You'd think they'd save their kind, no. Now, I'm stuck with them.
I remember the awful sensation of falling, wind whipping my hair around my face. Screaming but no one to hear it.I remember the face who pushed me, the one smiling as I fell to my doom, the one I'm still in love with.
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