The only one

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Parts 6
Time 7m

Reads 244
Votes 3
Parts 6
Time 7m

Nobody knows me. 

Nobody loves me.

Creatures lurk.

Creations blast in my face.

Different things I see but others don't see.

My fate is always changing. 

Now I have a problem. 

I don't think I can solve...All Rights Reserved

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