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Aug 2015
I cannot run any longer.
The rate I've been going all these years,
everything just imploded.
I haven't much time,
to write these words on the pavement before lights out, for good this time.
Everything strewn everywhere.
My left eyeball is still rolling. The right is barely hanging on.
My blood rushes in all directions.
Some of it drips off into the dirt and soaks in.
But the rest seems to paint a picture.
An exploding city, the streets are flowing red, and the dust will never settle.
It's beautiful, and chaotic at the same time.
Seeing a tower right before it crashes down, and contributes to the destruction of it's own home.
I don't know how much longer I have to admire this,
and I don't know if anyone else will ever get to see something so-
So completely ******* insane.
The city no longer exists, neither do I.
The blood has covered everything.
Eve Lastnamehere
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