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November 16
I've written so many entries I've lost count. Each one ripped out and carried by the wind. It's sad to know this is the last one.
We won the war, yet here I am again. I can't seem to stay away. The song is still in my head.
"I heard there was a special place."
Was.
It's gone, It's all gone.
Phil is going to stop me isn't he? Or try to, at least.
Once this place explodes and goes to hell, what next? I have no purpose after that.
Goodbye, my unfinished symphony. . .
Wilbur Soot
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Entry #?? | DSMP
Short StoryA piece of paper floated with the wind. It tells a story, the end of one. (a very short story accompanied with probably bad grammar/spelling)
