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I waited by the road. I did it for him. And the girl. She'd be here soon.

They had crashed. I had to save her.

They were after us. All of them. We needed somewhere to hide.

We were hiding. They didn't have heads.

The first time.

She needed help.

Cardboard box. And help.

Dreams. He was helping us. Guiding us.

Tasks and paint.

She was out. I had to save her.

There was someone in the bus.

Pathways and ambushes. I hated that place.

Tranquility. To be calm. Even when you do something you shouldn't.

Somethig with wings.

Death and betrayal.

A moth and a girl's dad.

Bar fight and light climbing.

Something returns. Mercy and misunderstand.

Song of destruction. And the park.

Using that funny feeling again. For the third time.

Breakdown. Shakedown. Memory. Nothing. All empty. Nobody loves me.

A fight that doesn't mean anything.

When people think they're dead. They never are.

Retribution and death.

A somewhat almost end of misery and anxiousness, but not really.

Merrors.