Deja_vu

Deja_vu

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Fantasy
Why did it happen...? How did it happen? Why did I lose everything? More importantly why am I so calm about it ? There was a saying that I heard some point in my life it goes as what if everyone's destiny is decided by the session they were born in. Those who were born in spring bring upon new changes and happiness. And those who were born in summer bring upon warmth and comfort. And those who were born in fall bring upon end and death. And those who were born in winter bring upon disaster and calamity. No this is wrong if it were true then the people who put me here would have suffered the most. The cause of my calmness is related to something else almost like I have seen worst yet, I know this is first time that something like that happened to me. this feeling of familiarity what was it called again?... yes it is like deja_vu all over again.
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They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.

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