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Chapter 2 : goodbye mom
PREVIEW
... ildings are like dead bones struggling to climb out of hell. The broken robots wandering in the streets are like the lost souls...
I am the only color, walking in a lost world like a black and white diaphragm, attracting the chaotic gazes of "withered bones" and "dead souls"...
This dream has been following me since I can remember, I have grown up... but the dream has not changed...
"younger brother…"
A crisp and pleasant voice seemed to come from a far, far away plac ...
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