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delusion, distraction.
no witch, a mad hag.
he came for supplies,
no further torture.
mad man pushes past,
enters the shadow home
of the ivory woman.
hand still gripping on,
survival the only instinct.
pay her no mind.
delusion ...
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pale as chrome,
dwelling in the dark.
eyes and fingers,
black as oil.
no war boy, untouched ...
𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 by their clans.
rarer than guzzoline.
rarer than clouds that cry.
a witch; tall tales spread
from the mad to the madder.
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then she cried until her tears fell to be consumed by the sand.
ᅠᅠᅠ〝Broken man, broken man.〞 the Wasteland Witch taunted Max, 〝You are so━━━fucking━━━broken.〞ᅠᅠᅠ┊✗
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delusions only get you so far.
this is no more than that.
delusion, just like 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.
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ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ M̷ ₐ ₓ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠwₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ yₒᵤ⠀ׅׅ𖤠
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they are long gone.
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witch or not, the road warrior
has only found his way here
in search of supplies.
cautious, hand gripping tight
his holstered double - barrel.
he speaks, moves not.
she must step into the light,
if she so chooses.
suffer, like he.
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trust no one —— for no one
can trust you. that is the rule
of this burning wasteland.
hope, trust; both old world
concepts that stab you in the
back without a second thought.
guzzoline rules the wastes,
madness rules the ones within.
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of the cave.
ᅠᅠᅠIf this was not important to her, 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑨 would have never made herself vulnerable by threatening to reveal herself, 〝You come to me━━━or I to you. Choose.〞
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whispers travel the sand, not of
the forsaken & damned that haunt,
but rumors —— myths.
he's heard tale of the witch
hiding in cavern, doesn't
seem to recall when.
hiding in dark, vulnerable to light;
a foolish way to survive.
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i am the one who runs
from both the 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠
and the 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.
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hunted by scavengers,
𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 by those
i could not protect.
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so i exist in this wasteland,
a man reduced to a single instinct.
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𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄.
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