You know, sometimes I think that all this senseless and horrific violence has stripped me of my furtity (once again a play on humanity). But, I tend to find moments like these, when I feel like my cold, bitter and broken heart is pumping warm blood again, happening more and more frequently now. But, I'm going to catch some shut eye for now *Alka fades to his room and sleeps*
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