Can you feel the pressure? Of how your existence has become uncertain. How futile is your life? What meaning does it it hold? Existence has become unbearable.

I can't handle this life anymore, the pressure keeps on building. It feels like glass pressing down on me and shattering all around us.

They came from the skies!

I close my eyes and take a breath,feeling the ground begin to quake. For what I thought was the bombs of war, because of all of our mistakes. As I open my eyes unto behold, giant feet walked the earth, their structures made of steel.

A voice echoing in my mind like a conscious memory. A hand reached down from the skies, you've been chosen come with me. As I look down on the earth, we've been chosen to start anew. With new lives and no mistakes, on a planet far away.

I dreamt of giants to take me away, from this hostile world we are forced to comply.With no more worries on how to live the way I'm expected to in this hell we've created, everyday. Every fucking day.

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