the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
amity — a faction that blames harshness for the destruction of the world, and thus practices kindness
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the whispers of people say that I am kind
that I helped them here or guided then though this or covered for them in an instance
but I am not kind, not kind enough
the bit of kindness that flows through me is override by my jagged exterior the broken glass panes which strike your skin making you reconsider my kindness
I am not kind, no, not kind enough to be content signing and picking fruit and watching as war ravages my world
I am not kind, and I am not Amity
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