Broken
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Last published Sun, Apr 3, 2016
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"I do not believe in hate. Yet, my whole life revolves around hate. War has broken out everywhere. We, the ones who are left, barely made it out of the fifth world war. Humanity has been stripped from the earth. Savages, which once were human, over take this broken world. A world where life is depleting.
The water is a scarce recourse. In this world, water becomes a saint when needed, but if you have too much, that saint, quickly turn on you, reaping you of your last breath. Food is earned through murder. Sometimes keeping the bodies for food. Cannibalism is just another survival technique. In this world, all there is, is the raw form of human nature. The form, in which society hid before the last war."
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