I'm afraid to die alone.
But I'm more afraid of humans.
There's a reason to my fear of humans.
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Since they're the very reason I will die alone.
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A Prose With No Direction
SpiritualA prose with no direction. A mind with no guidance. A human without a purpose. That is the kind of story I hate to be. That is the kind of story I, unfortunately, am.
