Our Perfectly Imperfect World

Our Perfectly Imperfect World

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Rage filled fights, bloodied walls, burning streets and palms strewn over little eyes. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Lily had failed to realize what exactly was wrong at the right time. When she could finally be able tell what was wrong, it had been too late. The last reminiscence of the violence had been pushed under the rug with streets renovated and the walls painted. Uneasiness had been jabbing the corner of her mind, when she reached an epiphany one fair night- Men had lost their rights and it was not right. Cover by: @nazahace Banners by: @hello-ushi
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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