One of the things that depresses me the most, was that we seem to live in a society where we're all just playing cards. One terrifyingly huge pile of playing cards, where one more or less doesn't make a difference. There is nothing like a indentity or personal value. You're just another card on the stock. You have one simple task, being a card. There are probably a thousand people in this world who have the same symbols as you. We're all playing cards. And I am that one on the bottom of the stock. The one who's been volded various times and has one corner missing. I'm that one no one wants to be delt.
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This Bird
FanfictionLet me start this story with a question: Have you ever seen a bird cry? Let me guess. Of course you haven’t. Have you ever wondered whether birds can cry? They can’t. Humans are the only living creatures capable of crying emotional tears. However...
