We dance in the moonlit forest, not caring about where we were pr who we are. The light of the moon powers our erratic behaviour, enraging our movements. Soon the party turns to a fight to survive, wanting to escape the chaos for we are afraid of the strangers who are afraid of us. One by one we trample our friends, one by one we slowly die. Yet I escape into the black forest, afraid to wander forwards, afraid of the future, afraid of myself.
And then I wake up, get up from the grass i was laying in, and think to myself,
'strange dream for a deer'. And continue on with life.
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Short StorySo many things are wrong in this world, yet, we dance and sing, oblivious to the obvious pain we are in. The world is doomed to fall at the feet of the people. So many people killing off their own kind, for no reason other than they are corrupt in t...
