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Here i am laying on the forest floor, staring at the blue sky, just gazing. Orange, violet, gray and black colours are starting to paint the once full blue sky. i smiled, more like chuckled.

Blood staining the scattered leaves.

i am really going to die, i thought.

have you ever questioned why life go through rough times?

why it happened or still happening?

or their purpose?

A primogenitor on the run...

An accidentally encountered love...

will he accept her?

will she accept him?

will they accept their differences?

or they will perish?