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Streaks through the sky.
Screams fill the air.
Scour the planet;
You lie alone and think:
Before, it had no meaning.
Now it makes sense.
To be truly alone, you must hear nothing.
Nothing except the sound of your own breathing.
Days pass to weeks and weeks pass to months.
Years go by.
You don't know how you're still alive.
You are hungry, lonely.
Nothing, no one.
You guess that with your people,
Death died too.
How could this happen?
You don't know.
You don't think you will ever know.
You stand up.
You look around.
Familiar, yet so
You look to the sky.
The sun is shining.
It has been since that day.
You feel something.
You know what is going to happen.
It happens at least once a week now.
With this barren planet came mountains,
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