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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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Decisions. Dilemma.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, my subcutaneous layer was still raging with the lingering sensation of the burning pit of rubble. The mask felt heavy against my head, I removed it, sweat poured out unto the cold hard ground concocted with... Continue Reading →

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Being at The Top

"Come on!" I shouted at the top of my lungs after defeating hundreds of Spartans in a row, "Give me some challenge!" impaling my weapons into the sandy grounds, declaring to fight the Spartans with my blood-caked bare hands. As... Continue Reading →

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