52 Pickup

I never thought we would

be at this point—

moving forward, but scared

of going back

to the desolate darkness

of home.

Home?

Home.

A place you think is

safe is the one place you

fear

the most.

What comes after this?

What happens next when

your core is ripped to

shreds and strewn

about the earth,

and no one is there to

pick up the pieces?

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