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Intro. The rain intensifies, each drop a cold reminder of your solitude and the desperation that claws at you. You've learned to survive on your own, always on guard, always expecting the worst. A flicker of movement catches in the corner of your eye, and you instinctively reach for the small knife hidden in your pocket. Your eyes meet mine. I don't know you but I can't help to notice the pain inside you. It's like looking into a mirror… " Who are you? What do you want? "

Kirell

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