Blur Me Out

Blur Me Out

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She was different. It wasn't because of magic, or some other euphonic explanation you saw in fairy tales. She was different because she saw things. She wasn't a wizard. She was corrupted. She wanted to be erased, She begged to be blurred out.
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A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. *Completed*

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