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40 строки
810 B
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# Breach
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i sit at my laptop, my *companion* my *friend*
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looking out over my **domain**, the world is on fire
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the ***moons*** are crumbling, the ***stars*** are dying
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i pack my things, the things i *like*, the things i *need*
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with an aura of regret, i crawl into a ***comet***
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and set my way to the ***stars***, distant, yet bright
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sending out **signals** as i go
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> im here, im alive
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a desperate attempt at making *contact*
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i travel, *alone*, *silent*, until i recieve something back
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> we’re here, we’re alive
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a blinding blue **vortex** appears in front of me
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*painless* and *calm*, it engulfs my small ***comet***
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i land on my ***planet***, shiny and new
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and send a **message** to the ***stars***
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> im home
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another ***breach***, theyre only getting *easier*
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the **future** is here
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`:wq`
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