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It was everything seemed so surreal; the splash of reality on her fragile face. delicate, soft, and broken.
We tend to capture images and photographs with our cameras. But how often do we actually capture them into our heads? How often, do we actually keep the essence of such moments after time has passed on... Life just goes by, as people do, and all we have is a moment, the present, although it could have been a lot more difficult when we relate to the past. If only we can capture every beautiful fragments in life...
That rage that was surpassed any emotions within the human horizons. The feeling of betrayal, the influx of temper, the epitome of agony. How could one forgive? How could a victim find solace and sympathy towards a traitor who caused too much damage.
"Amazing artifacts" she thought, until she realized that it was an object that her late father had sold to the pawn shop. What she didn't know, was that it was a coin that was made in the 13th century. Shallow people these days, really.
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