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haggard breathing, shallow breaths, pounding headache. silently watching from behind the sharp corner of the neighbor's confined home. my dear townspeople getting wrenched and gruesomely facing an untimely death. without much restraint, small patters caused by tears dribbling onto the mulch below everyone's feet.
"they put up a fight, but we managed anyways. did you retrieve it, boss?"
spiked forest green hair with buckets filled with energy comes to greet in seeming rather intrigued. along with a few others, who you eventually learn to become one of your only driving forces in living.
"yo, you look like you need a hand."
they were the people who you have longed for. they were something you weren't so familiar with. friends.
NOV 28 , 2O21 - ð¿ðððŸðððððððð¿
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