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Broken

“I remember the snow.
The snow…
The sun…
The kind of rain you could actually go out side and walk in…
The times before you had to wear a bulletproof vest to your son’s fourth birthday.
The times before mankind was broken.
It was never a stable world… we all know that.
But it was never meant to be this unstable.
this single species believing they could all control the world together…
together…
just like a happy little family.
If only happy families existed.”

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