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| 18. Enough | And that thought was enough | 50%
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| 3.Drones | Above, drones stitched headlines across the bruised sky they had made their canvas | 0%
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| 10. Buzzed | Around me the station buzzed with voices, footsteps, the steady pulse of movement | 0%
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| 6. Back then | Back then the city has seemed so endless, each corner humming with life, and promises i was desperate to believe | 0%
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| 2.Platform | From the platforms edge, i watched the hover-trams glide past, their lights carving silver scars through the dusk, a relic of nature. | 0%
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| 16. Change | I had learned change was the only constant; tonight was simply my turn to move on | 0%
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| 9.Hesitation | I hesitated - just for a moment Leaving wasn't fear, it was something quieter, heavier | 0%
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| 4. Travel chip | In my palm, the travel chip gleamed; it felt heavier than it should've - small and cold against my skin | 0%
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| 14. Forehead | I pressed my forehead against the cold glass as i watched the city i had once called home recede into the distance, and the past | 0%
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| 5. Arrival | I remembered arriving here: wide eyed, pockets empty and a heart full of impossible dreams | 0%
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| 12. Step | I stepped inside | 0%
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| 11. Leaving | Leaving wasn't fear, it was something quieter, heavier | 0%
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| 15. Same | Nothing here stayed the same, not the streets, not the people, not even the stars behind the drones endless quests | 0%
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| 7. Leave | Now it was time to leave | 0%
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| 17. Circuitry | Somewhere deep in its humming circuitry, i imagined the city might remember me - a single heartbeat stitched into its endless rhythm | 0%
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| 1. City | The city shimmered below - a living map of neon veins and chrome towers, breathing in a slow, mechanical rythm | 0%
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| 8. Tram | The tram pulled in with a soft his; its doors peeled open like petals of some artificial mechanical | 0%
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| 13. Glass | Through the glass, the skyline unravelled: towers blurred into rivers of light, streets folded into shadows. | 0%
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