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The 8th Deadly Sin

Caught between fear and despondency it came as two trains passing in the night with him on the center rail too frozen to choose too barren to cry too orphaned to commit hearing the screams from the dying polarity tearing him from the center of his emptiness daring him to move while forcing him to stay the 8th deadly sin beset… D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G with the sound of the fury the pressure and the heat sucking out the last vestige of the man he had been before all hope gave in to fear (Septa’s R5: March, 2022)

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Date: 3/31/2022 6:36:00 AM
Wow! We can actually feel what he feels, superb write indeed, another level
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