Next in my series of drabbles.

Not mine.

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Screams filled the air as the Titanic rose into the star-filled sky. With all the boats gone, the people still on the ship were on their own; every person for themselves. All felt as though they were all alone; but they were not. They were surrounded by other people who knew exactly what they were going through, even if those people were only thinking of themselves at the moment. As alone as they felt in the middle of the merciless Atlantic, they were all together. Strangers, but fighting together, dying together, not alone.

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This one is a wee bit more depressing. Review!

-Arnold-