orangejuice13
There is a local diner that's just down the street.
I've never been there before.
It's kinda torn and rundown, but something about it screams beauty.
I was watching the news and the Reporter said that we weren't going to make it.
What did she mean?
Why wouldn't we make it?
Are we all going to die?
But then I woke up.
And the Reporter was fake.
It was a dream.
So maybe we will make it?
I was hallowed.
Until you corrupted me.
I was continuous.
Until you disrupted me.
I was me.
Until you destroyed me.
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