I walk this burning wasteland.
The ungodly stench fills the air.
Smoke plumes rise from burning carcases.
The gray snow covers the ground.
The sun has disappeared behind the clouds.
I walk this apocolypitc wasteland.
None but my own.
I am lost.
I am alone.
I can't turn back.
I can't reverse what I've already done.
I let the world like to me.
Let me think that life could carry on so perfectly.
But I made a mistake.
I believed the lie.
And I have been broken.
My visions....My hopes....My dreams....
And I cannot make it end.
I must continue to walk through this wasteland.
And I cannot turn back.
How much farther do I have to go,
Until my final step is taken?
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