What will you do when the lights fade and the bodies burn? Will you curl up, hope for the best, hope for the death? Sitting all alone in the broken shell that was a house, was a home, the tears rolling down your cheeks. Or are you hoping that they will miss you? That in all the confusion they will pass you by, bigger fish to fly and all that. But
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