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We are just vessels rotting under the moon. The men inside have long been dead. Now our bodies lie motionless in the cold, waiting for the hint of a spark. Waiting for something to breathe life into these once colorful walls. So we may run through these streets like children. Like we are not afraid of what is around the corner. We are not afraid.

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