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An idealist with dreams far passed the breaching of the horizon, or so I’ve been told. I let out an exasperated sigh, suffocation clouding my conscience. Does it ever drive you mad to exist in an environment you no longer belong in? There was hope for a life beyond all I’ve ever known and I had hope for it. Will you come with me?