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The people grow restless. The soil grows hungry.

I'm not ready to say goodbye.

One day you will reach a place to call home.

Travel on, brave soul.

If only they spent less time thinking, and more time looking.

Do you remember what you're killing for?

"I am no hero."

And I will be here every day after

I don't understand what she sees in me.

Cast away my shadows.