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It was the Westside of the City of Wind. The year 1998. The time when the sun still hid shyly behind the moon's dark embrace. A fire station. Dawn. A mother of two, soon to become a mother of none.
There is a dark hole, thats been growing for a while. Where there was once light, is now dark, with no desire. Day by day my body aches, causing the hole to deepen.
discouraged Discouraged with this dismal sphere of life and death we inhabit Relentlessly ebbing and flowing with new Troubles. Troubles of various forms reveal themselves without consent.
Too old to be cared for, too young to be respected John was very obedient, yet still quite neglected A sad story it is, but not very rare As many others in his class, had similar tales to share