Life Goes On

Life Goes On

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"Life goes on without me." she said. It was a rainy day. Mae was looking down at all the people walking by. "Busy with their own lives they will never notice a spec of dust like me, disappear without a trace." Mae was on top of a construction site, she was sitting on one of the construction beams. "Without a memory, no one shall no my name." Octavic Mae; that was her name. No, she was not depressed, she was just joyful of her demise. Mae looked up at the cloudy sky, blocking her metallic blue eyes from the sun. "they're so small, like ants, could I crush them underneath my feet? Could the be squished into a bundle of intestriels below me? Could I make them quiver in fear when I pass them?" Mae, a strange girl with strange dreams, and strange ambitions. "After all, life goes on without me" Mae whispers. "So why should they be any different from me?" "Life goes on"
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