we've endeavored to became a part of the collision. Sending part organs to the soundtrack that saw it happen. A crash ending inferno. This is justice, just as I fit in. We were born witnesses, save for the side of the road. We had seen collision before. Deafening ones. Ones that rippled space, split stars, and such. We had retired normally, to a certain trauma. Yet this time, we've endeavored to become a part of the collision. You seize as the first six parts of inevitability cross your face, and your heart becomes possessed by carnage. If you must know. Besides this, peace in the fall, a piercing silence.
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ballardian!
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