Level Bar
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As a child, I could see something no one else could, the glowing bars hovering above people's heads. My parents, my friends, strangers on the street... all of them carried a visible measure of their strength, their spirit, their very life. I thought it was normal, until I realized I was the only one who can saw them.
Now grown, I've learned that those bars mean more than just numbers. They rise, they fall, they shatter-and when they hit zero, so does the person die.
In a world where no one knows their limits, I carry the burden of seeing them all. And the question that haunts me the most is this,
Why my bar are zero?
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