The End
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I watched the mist slowly crawl in from the harbor and the warmth of the sun faded. The color of the dying grass had depleted to gray. The pine trees stood fragile and swayed in the harsh wind, threatening to break at any moment. The few birds that were left were skinny and had missing feathers. Some even had missing eyes and talons. There was close to no wild life, and you couldn't eat the fish. The water was painted with pollution. The sky had a blanket of gray smoke and smog. The air was thick and hard to breathe. No cars worked here. Trash littered the streets. Only the others had horses. Who are the others? They are the government. After the world started to fall apart the others took over. But no one cared. For this was the end.
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She was all alone now... Any previous traces of the outside world were temporarily pushed away as she entered her secret heaven, separate from everything and everyone else. Reclining slowly onto her back, crushing blades of grass beneath her, a faint sigh escaped from the eighteen year old girl’s heart-shaped lips. Gazing at the stars above and spending time alone, had over time, become her only escape of reality. This wide field of grass had become her home. The natural sounds of the crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl had become her neighbors, her friends. The tranquil flow of the river nearby, her music. And the far-off, scintillating stars, her hope. No matter how many things had gone wrong, how many times she had failed to do something, how many people had turned against her; the girl always had the option of crawling back to this secluded spot that none but her self knew of. Every time, she would crawl back here and wish upon the stars. And every night, she would wish for the same thing, over and over again. She’d wish for happiness. And she’d continue to wish, hoping that someday, someone, somewhere, would take the time to listen, that they would take the time to help make her wish come true. And one day, it did.

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