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Story of an outcast

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Story of an outcast There I was lying in the gutter, trying to find my last breathe of air, but it didn't really matter no more, as I was already dead inside. As I looked at my watch it was 17:17 and it was already dark. The parking lights from the apartment in front of me were glowing right on my dead body. I was Crowded by shadows of people helping me, who I've might of know or not but that isn't really necessary. As they were trying to help me I got my last glimpse of the city and the eye it self. The city that killed me, the city that ruined my life and the city which destroyed all my dreams and feelings of this earth. That's when I knew I didn't deserve to live and that's when I knew I was dead. I died as an outcast. Who...

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