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"Give me strength," he whispered softly to an unknown being. He took a few steps out from the darkness, the faint light seeming to illuminate him--his face cast in deep shadows. "I'm here." His voice came with cracking courage.
"I've been expecting you," a voice of an older man came. He turned in his swivel chair to face the younger man, his deeply shadowed face devious.
They rule us. They rule us with egos so strong. One above all, not one for all. Corruption courses through their veins--inflating their ego more-so. They throw away our lives. They see us only as dollar signs. As tools. Their ego tells them so.
It was almost enough. Almost. He couldn't quite grasp it. No matter how hard he strived--it was always out of his reach. Taunting him. It was almost enough... almost. But almost isn't enough and never will be. It will never be enough. Almost....
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