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When I look out my window.

I see the many people walking by with cold embedded in their hearts.

I see the evil looking back at me, telling me the many tales of grim and darkness.

I see the air as people breathe, cold and dark like the void of our moon.

I see death lingering in the air, waiting to strike their enemy, life.

I see sadness lurking behind every skull.

I see schools in terror, running away from themselves.

And when I asked Jerry, all he said was the world, and sadly, I knew the picture we saw, was the same.

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