All signs point to the memory of fear, and the teary chaos blurred by desperation.
I can still hear them scrambling to survive with blood and sweat staining the waters.
And I can feel the world moving around us, ending as we call to the stars...crying into nothingness.
I still think about them.
I still wonder if they are real, or if they saw it coming.
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