Would now be an acceptable time to make a wish on a shooting star? I haven't seen a star like you in ages. Burning bright like a can of slagsquish exploding and imploding suddenly. My world is full of filth, and we're all bleeding apathy. There must be something more... Must be more than running from demons your entire life. But that's what my life has consisted of so far. Always running...from monsters. But running towards what? Serenity? Or decrepitude?
They say that we're not worth saving, but I say we are.
This shooting star grows closer...but it's too late, and my eyes refuse to stay open. I dream of the great unknown. I wake up to see it's all the same.
- K
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