SL
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//East, West\\ Seed. A single life, carried in the womb of its mother. Developing, maturing phsyically and mentally, bits and pieces at a time. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, Pain. It's time. Rushing, you reach the destination. Bursting through. Tears. Laughter. Life. Sunrise. All behind you, the car comes to a slow screech, skidding along the gravel road. You can feel and see the once vibrant colors swirling around you parting into a distant fade. The bright colors are lost, slowly malforming into simple black and white. Eyes close, and all is black. Sunset.
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