Hidden by Nature
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C... an... you... hear me?...
Hello?...
Please... someone... help... me.
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Sometimes in life you learn that hope is not strength. It is not the indestructible thread that keeps you sane, that holds the walls of your already fragile mind up. It is not support. It is not good. It is the very thing that will break you.
It broke me. Now I no longer hope, there is no need for it. I, who has nothing, have accepted this cruel fate, but that does not mean I would go down without a fight.
That would be, without a doubt, boring. I refuse to live a mundane life. Well, like most humans, that is what we fear.
But, then again, you have to be human for that... Right?
Seek me. Catch me. Then...I will tell you my story.
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