Shoe
When all of the people are dead, our legacy will remain for the world. A single shoe. Not a pair. Just one. Left or right? To say we were here. We were good, bad and ugly. We did it all: love, fight, laugh, cry. In the end, not of that mattered. Simply being there did. And now we're dust, our legacy remains. A single shoe. A testament to what was once here, us.
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