They were flying over head. Breathtaking and reckless. We were surrounded by war, powerless and exposed. I woke in confusion. Wrapped up in a circle of past, present and future. Eating away at me. Guilt, guilt, guilt. The present wasn't enough. I was holding on with all my might. Prim and proper towns and pleasantries from people you couldn't care less about. An eventfiul night.
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