The words dont even start.
The sentence. pushed into existence.
Unblinking.
You do not flinch.
You do not recoil in horror.
You just watch.
You wait.
You wonder how you can exploit the situation.
To your advantage.
What became of this world.
What became of us.
Because the bitter truth is,
No matter how deep you dig that hole in the rubble,
And no matter how hard you scream all your anger into it,
it wont ever fix it.
 
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