This will be the start of ....well.....somthing.
"The breaking dawn wakes me from a wistful dream. The images are etched into memory. I force myself to rise instead of tempting dreams."
"Snow falls into empty streets, an omen for the frozen rain that is slowly on its way. He told me that it would be alright but the lies were ever apparent, and still I didn't say a word."
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