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Eric Draven I THE CROW
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BanterGenre: Psychological/PhilosophicalGenre: Supernatural/Occult/ParanormalRated - MatureWriting- Open
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Justice died here long before I did.
“Then call the cops....go ahead, tell them there’s a dead man standing in front of you covered in blood. I’m sure they’ll rush right over. Besides… you really think anyone in this city still gives a shit about a little blood...most of them are just relieved when it isn’t theirs.”
The world keeps moving faster, reaching higher, chasing something it probably forgot the name of a long time ago. No time for real people, no time for stupid games, and somehow even friendship became something you keep behind a screen. Time is money, fun is a luxury, and everyone’s too damn busy surviving to remember what being alive was supposed to feel like. Maybe I’ve been dead too long… or maybe the living just forgot how to live... so where are the clowns? Where are the fools? Who turned off the laughter? And when the hell did this world become so afraid of wasting a little time?