The cold water splashed over their bodies like a torrent, drenching them to the bone. The icy deluge clung to their skin, making it glisten in the pale light, while the rain fell in a relentless downpour. Their clothes clung to their figures, soaked, heavy with sorrow and regret. The agony of the moment mirrored the weight of the water that soaked through their very souls.
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I was a child who began to imagine just to escape realityβnow here I stand, holding onto one of those escapes, Revulsion.
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