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Why? Why should I love this world? What do I owe to it? Why should I love a world in which I was born, to simply die. To never make a real mark on the world; to know my inevitable fate is nothing short of maddening. Over and over it is said that knowledge is power, but I am here to correct that statement, as it is highly incorrect. As a race we know too much and gain too little. However we keep searching, in vain hope we'll found ourselves out of this mess. We know there's always a reason for everything, and know how to find the solution. We know how to reach into others hearts, and we know too many ways of breaking them. We know what make

Robin swirled the red wine around in her glass, staring out to the sea as the sun set beyond the horizon, a book laid forgotten on her lap. Sitting on a lawn chair reading was usually late afternoon past time (and every other time of the day), but at this particular moment, she was preoccupied with the crews’ safety. “So… are you sure everyone will be safe?” Risea sighed as she put the last screw in the one of the two mechanisms before her, “Honestly? Probably not; at least not completely. But from what I’ve gathered, this group doesn’t really do safe,” she added the end with a bit of a smile,

Why? Why should I love this world? What do I owe to it? Why should I love a world in which I was born, to simply die. To never make a real mark on the world; to know my inevitable fate is nothing short of maddening. Over and over it is said that knowledge is power, but I am here to correct that statement, as it is highly incorrect. As a race we know too much and gain too little. However we keep searching, in vain hope we'll found ourselves out of this mess. We know there's always a reason for everything, and know how to find the solution. We know how to reach into others hearts, and we know too many ways of breaking them. We know what make

Why? Why should I love this world? What do I owe to it? Why should I love a world in which I was born, to simply die. To never make a real mark on the world; to know my inevitable fate is nothing short of maddening. Over and over it is said that knowledge is power, but I am here to correct that statement, as it is highly incorrect. As a race we know too much and gain too little. However we keep searching, in vain hope we'll found ourselves out of this mess. We know there's always a reason for everything, and know how to find the solution. We know how to reach into others hearts, and we know too many ways of breaking them. We know what make