I was dreaming about the future, one static and corrosive world plagued for simplest forms of life if can imagine...they don't want live, they want die...they implored for a miracle what over his suffer. They needed your skin for survive, the atmosphere destroy her bodies because the pressure will higher day of day. It was a nightmare, a worts of my life.
| Subjet | Verb | Object | Manner | Place | Time |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| I | dreaming | future | world | ||
| They | implore Over Suffer |
miracle |
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| They | need Survive |
skin |
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| The atmosphere | destroy |
bodies | pressure higher | day of day | |
| It | was | nigthmare Life |