You stand victorious, the crowd cheers your name.
The sound, like a wave upon the shore.
You walk, the broken lying around you like fallen branches.
Flashes of the battle that just ensued.
You were surprised it lasted as long as it did.
But as the dust settles you think to yourself "How the hell did I survive..... again?"
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
You stand victorious, the crowd cheers your name.
The sound, like a wave upon the shore.
You walk, the broken lying around you like fallen branches.
Flashes of the battle that just ensued.
You were surprised it lasted as long as it did.
But as the dust settles you think to yourself "How the hell did I survive..... again?"
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