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Feelingless eyes flicker through the streets. They see cars moving around. Their owners blend with the vehicles until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine. A uniform, lonely, horrible machine. Everything          becomes     gray.
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
Going gray
Feelingless eyes flicker through the streets. They see cars moving around. Their owners blend with the vehicles until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine. A uniform, lonely, horrible machine. Everything          becomes     gray.
This one is based off a memory, I really like it tbh :)
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15/M/Spain
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
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