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wrong_sometimes"My name is Cassie Holmes. Division took my mom from me. Right now, the future I see doesn't look so great. The good news is, the future is always changing, in the largest of ways, by the smallest of things. They've been winning a lot of battles. Now it's our turn to win the war."
Funny how things turn out. I had hope back then, I really thought we'd make it, I mean, we almost did. But then we ended up here, in this place and all the visions, all the bright things I used to see went away. It's all chaos now, crazy and hard like needles in my eyes and screaming in my head and...
I can't draw it anymore. It's too much, it carries me away and I can't see anything else... sometimes for days.
Was this what it was like for Mom? was this why she finally stopped, let division take her and drug her so she could do what she could inside and let the rest go?
Nick tries. He tries so hard to keep me here and now as we run. But half the time, the visions feel more real than reality and I get lost easier and easier.
I think someday I'll go out there and he won't be able to bring me back.
But until then, I guess we keep going. There's not anything else to do and we're both too stubborn to give them what they want.
God, who would have thought there'd be something worse than Division?
Funny how things turn out. I had hope back then, I really thought we'd make it, I mean, we almost did. But then we ended up here, in this place and all the visions, all the bright things I used to see went away. It's all chaos now, crazy and hard like needles in my eyes and screaming in my head and...
I can't draw it anymore. It's too much, it carries me away and I can't see anything else... sometimes for days.
Was this what it was like for Mom? was this why she finally stopped, let division take her and drug her so she could do what she could inside and let the rest go?
Nick tries. He tries so hard to keep me here and now as we run. But half the time, the visions feel more real than reality and I get lost easier and easier.
I think someday I'll go out there and he won't be able to bring me back.
But until then, I guess we keep going. There's not anything else to do and we're both too stubborn to give them what they want.
God, who would have thought there'd be something worse than Division?
