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Til I’m Gone
Middle of the night lie awakeMiddle of the day sleep it awayThere’s never a timeWhen I feel okay 2am I am waiting upFor Peter Pan to come this yearThere’s a world I dream ofFar away from here I’d rather be lost foreverForgotten by my familyInvisible to strangersA nobody finally free Take me awayI can’t face
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The Lullaby of Tragedy
On a night forlorn like a widow’s soul burdened by silent grief and haunted by bone-crushing anguish, a dream laid wasted, crumpled in a burgundy velvet blanket on ground inhospitable as concrete. Retribution, redemption, and reconciliation, desires raging away like wildfire, uncontained and unstoppable, usurped the throne in her spirit where pride and peace
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The Last Seed: Chapter 4
The one thing pilots always did when traveling through the danger zone was narrate the environmental changes to all passengers. It typically prevented panic rather than not knowing what was happening at all – even if everything was going smoothly. But, today, there was nothing more than a little hum from the speakers. Everyone ceased
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The Last Seed: Chapter 3
Senna felt her grandmother’s small, skinny hands slip away from hers as the starship ascended. Her feet were locked to the floor, body frozen in place as she watched her grandmother’s figure become a silhouette through the low clouds, then a speck, and then nothing. Everything that happened, happened all too fast. While everyone on
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The Last Seed: Chapter 2
Unlike most of the contemporary researchers, scientists, engineers, and the like in her working days, Kendra Aozra fully believed that this day would arrive. When, she would correct them, not if. The signs were all there – every observation of the sky above, every report received from every corner of the Earth. Dr. Simian Holo
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The Last Seed: Chapter 1
An elderly woman reached for the cellar handle. She bent, gripping the dusty, rusty metal bar with two seemingly frail hands and pulled. For an 80-year-old grandmother, she was stronger than one would have guessed. The heavy wooden door flipped open, unleashing a spray of dust. “Follow me.” She waved for the young woman standing
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