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The griding breath of wind grasping my skin, drowning me with senses I am too empty to have. Knowing that one of todays, the domain I revere will forsake me.
Time will help the world to convince everyone that I was never here.
Time was never guiding us. Time was never healing us.
Time was never our friend.
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