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Warnings: Noooothing. Summary: Drabble. Crowley wakes up in a new world. My name is... Actually, I’m not entirely sure of the answer to that. I haven’t had a name since I woke up one night about five years ago and found myself in an unfamiliar bed on an unfamiliar world. All I will ever know is that I have some odd powers that make me capable of creating anything out of nothing, that the natives think me to be a god, and that my dreams are full of tall, shining buildings and a blond-haired man whom my mind thinks of as "my angel." Something inside me is calling for a return to this unknown world. I can’t figure out what it is but something is begging me to leave this place that I will never be able to think of as "home." I only wish I could. The more I see those buildings, the more I desire to find my way up to their tops. The more I see that man, my angel, the more I want to return to him and his continuously open arms, the more I want to be with him and do...do something. I still don’t know what that something is. But for now, I must play God. For now, and probably until the end of time, I must live my life alone--and utterly miserable.  remember
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