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Destruction
Depression.
Wet floor signs everywhere.
So are puddles.
Falling.
Despair.
That feeling where you are covered in leaves.
And some leaves blow away.
But some are forever.
Desolation.
When he hands you the last crayon.
In the world.
And it just snaps in half.
Demolish.
Diminish.
Destroy.
Death.
And then the last of the last.
Just becomes a metal shard.
Half of a half of a metal shard.
Is basically nothing.
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Angelica Tao
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