Dystopia

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prologue-

"We're both messed up,"

he whispers, his pained eyes not focusing on a specific thing, but simply gaze into the empty void of infinite space.

A sharp pain hits my chest, messed up. Surely not. Does he think such little of my mental capacity?

"But this is a messed up world..."

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