Sadistic HopeShards of hardened wind force across the plains. Looking up your eyes burn as the rain hits like a shattered drain. Leaves and debris commence into war, your body in the middle. The puckered ground embraces your feet so cryptically, old corpses so brittle. Tombstones circumference your body, making you uneasy. You look at the ragged monumentestry, its making you quite queasy. You walk towards the familiar, being whipped by the weather like a chain. Leaning on the cold, hard, slippery stone, your composure you regain. As the name is read, your vision becomes blurred. Your body mimics the weSadistic Hope
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"....And in his dreams, there was nothing but emptiness...."
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