31/12/25.
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Their fractured hands slowly rise up from their graves.
“…Where did it all go?”
13 years ago, It was a place of joy.
But some never lived to see the joy.
Souls buried in the pain of ignorance.
The young found their freedom in nonsense; Paralysed minds.
One wanted freedom… From where they grew up.
Places they called home.
One’s love was not like it was last year.
…It was something better.
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1/1/26.
The reset has begun.
