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Six months sleepless, six months forgotten without even a sliver of significance.
Faith lost and the world keeps on turning.
Prevalent darkness consumes the atmosphere.
Boom...
...and a bright light quickly disturbes the scenary.
A face, bludgeoned and beaten, bruised and broken shines brightly.
A body, clad in ragged clothing, muscles unused, sleeping in the bliss of idleness.
A camera, rolling, and a mouth ... squirming to make a faint sound, any sound.
"I'm back, for better or worse, from now till whenever."
Success.
"Back from the bottom of the barrel and searching for a mountain to climb.
It won't take much time.
Brilliance always finds resiliance.
I'm back to feast on the top of the pack.
It won't take much time.
The end is near here.
Who knew mystique could be so obsolete.
Fade.
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