They stretch out their hands, as if clamouring to be a part of all this. I look around and wonder what have I really done. This facade cannot last forever, can it?
They want to learn of blood and death, of falling. They speak of liberation and hope. In this dreamless world, they want to carve out a place for themselves but don't know how.
Why won't they just leave me alone? I have opened Pandora's box which now leaves me cold and scared. When will they know that there is so much more to all this?
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