Legacy

Legacy

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The sun's bright, normal, but not real. It never is. For all I know, on the Outside, its midnight. Things are always this way, fake. They're physical, but holographic, only materialized pictures. And that's what I have dealt with for three years, what we've all dealt with. We have no way out, we're screwed, and we all know it.
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FULL EDITED AWESOME VERSION ON AMAZON Normal doesn't exist, I found that out the hard way I thought I was normal apparently not. Normal? Normal comes differently for everyone. There's your normal, my normal and our normal. Life will never be normal. Normal is impossible for mankind. There is no such thing as being normal. You have ordinary days in your life you might consider that normal. I thought I was normal, I found out I'm far from normal.

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