The world that is only half broken

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Now let me explain, so that you, whom ever might be the reader, can make sense of everything else I'll be writing in this stack of words. I live in a world half broken, much like where you are but half of the world was put through a Science experiment that went wrong a sickness that came through a bomb.
A nuke at least that's what we call it, because it ripped every molecule of a living being and a non-living things alike, and put them together as one. Most died with in the process, others were in so much constant pain that they off themselves.
And then their are the few that are still here. In the hell whole that is this world.

One half broken, the other half in its little bubble of "Perfect".

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