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Chapter 2: Bad Blood I
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... edge of a dying cigarette. They weren’t loud. They didn’t echo. They just... fell, like everything else.
"It doesn’t deserve me. I’m too good for it. It’s boring, uneventful, corrupt... and way too materialistic."
He stood on the lip of the bridge like a drunk on the edge of a barstool, looking down at the void below. Not just water. Darkness.
He sighs "What am I doing? Do I really want to do this? What if that’s it, just darkness after I’m gone... What if nobody remember ...
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