A Story Unwritten

A Story Unwritten

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Tonight was okay i guess... just like all the other night I've had Not happy nor sad Just empty It started about 7 years ago That Night to be precise A celebration of life Well... At least that's what it was supposed to you know, what it was supposed to be But then something... how can i say it weird, unimaginable, spooky i don't know It just happened I need to how it started So i can see how it can end Perhaps... there's a way to let go of this this thing however that keeps Bugging me and my mind need to go Maybe that's what i need An injection of pain A burst of harmony melted into Dane And perhaps then i could feel Alive and free once more and Be free of this shackles and chains That's probably where it all started how everything just sorta took off that made my life a living hell as it is right now That night put everything into motion Sets up some sort of chain reaction I need to find out What exactly happened That Night
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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