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Prevention


It was an empty abyss, one that many people know or have seen. That blank stare that screams more powerfully than words ever could. That time when you know something is absolute, that time when you know everything is going to change, for what path is uncertain and the path you want to take over the other tends to be even more of a muddy cloud inside the abyss. As that piece of myself falls into the abyss, never to return a certain path forms before me. A clear objective, to be the one to prevent others from falling into this muddy abyss with uncertain paths, this I will do for you… My lost brother…

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