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Don't ask me if I miss England. I don't.
Place was fucked before we even got dragged out of it. Shitty little flats, miserable fuckin' people working for what- for who?
Next thing I know, me, my mum and who knows else are getting shoved through checkpoints with half our life in a bag. No one tells you where you're going. No one tells you why. Just they move you, like product, like food.
France. Some place called City Thirteen- guessing Paris by the big fuckin' tower looming in the sky. Could've called it what they want really, still looks the same. Concrete, fences and faces that still look like shit. That's when it clicked. If we weren't all fucked before- well shit, we're fucked now.
District One... District One never really slept you know. I used to think that shit was good, somethin' always exciting happenin' round every single turn, then it hit me. Shit I haven't slept in days- paranoia creeping in, who's gonna die next y'know? I can hear people, through the walls, that's how much of a shithole this place is, no warmth to keep in and the cold just creeping around. Life, in its own strange way continued though- I remember faces, moving through the streets. Another man with some other places to be, desperation. The trade was simple, the people weren’t. For a while, I understood the difference- but I got people around me, good people, people I gotta protect. It was never supposed to be what it became. To all those up in the sky or buried beneath the boot of D-1, I ain't mean for it to be that way. But shit- rather you than me. Regardless, I gotta keep movin' for myself, and those who stick by me.
Between the gang violence, police brutality and the storms, perhaps there was an inkling of hope between the people. Shit, I remember the whole district gangin' up on those nutters on the east side- to think that's what we thought crazy back then, now? Well, fuck I dunno how we're even makin' it through this at all.
I wonder if this place will ever change, if it'll ever get to the point the feds want it to be. I hope whoever lands 'ere makes it, because shit- I know I ain't.
In the end, did I get what I deserved? Likely. I was always on a path of death, destruction, commanded by the devil within my twisted mind. From birth something was never right. The people I devoured, the harm I caused... Was it worth it- I believe so. A divine purpose, the representation of humanity bundled into one entity on the brink of extinction. I'd do it all again. Fuck you all.
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