At last, I can cry again.
"I need you, too," she lied.
Without sleep, my dreams turned real.
Cursed fate. Fate cursed me back.
God's report card: "Too many truancies."
Amidst the rubble, the baby laughed.
Gone. It's all gone. Everything. Everyone.
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