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I try to cover myself with ammunition, sitting alone under the rainy weather. There was nothing more than me and nothing more serene. I turn to the next page, flipping through them drench. There was nothing more I could see and nothing more deceiving. Everything means nothing now. Nothing is more than me. No more everything for they’re truly deceiving. I try to cover myself more now, with any rags I could grab. I try to turn the pages without tearing them. I was still sitting down here, wishing for more serenity.

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