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Morning breaks after a
Long, hot summer night,
Spoiling the sacred peace.
The sun filters through the windows
like swords ripping through his flesh
In a frenzy. He vainly attempts to hold
Back the demons holding him back, but perhaps it's too late,
because his friends have already fled the building, leaving him little time
To react for he hears children's voices on the hills in the forest approaching
Quickly. So he answers with regret as he's done before and he'll do forever.
His discomfort soon wears off upon the realization that this can't exist.