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The end game wolf, the stare into the sun, the way we lose ourselves in the simplest things while failing to counter the
threats that matter most. Isn't that always how it always goes though, after all? Of course. Just so. Justice limps slowly,
so sharp the sword, blind and covered in blood.
This wasn't what it meant, couldn't be. It's a level of Hell Dante never knew, it's mine alone. The tides come and go here,
on this sullen dark slash of crushed gems and pulverized earth I call the end of the world, froth and roil and revel as
one stands on that crooked coast of give and take. I-
I should stop.
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The end game wolf, the stare into the sun, the way we lose ourselves in the simplest things while failing to counter the
threats that matter most. Isn't that always how it always goes though, after all? Of course. Just so. Justice limps slowly,
so sharp the sword, blind and covered in blood.
This wasn't what it meant, couldn't be. It's a level of Hell Dante never knew, it's mine alone. The tides come and go here,
on this sullen dark slash of crushed gems and pulverized earth I call the end of the world, froth and roil and revel as
one stands on that crooked coast of give and take. I-
I should stop.
I'll huff and puff and
Fuck. Even bricks are like playing cards, queen of hearts or ace of clubs there's not a hand on the face of the planet that can beat the joke.
Fuck. Even bricks are like playing cards, queen of hearts or ace of clubs there's not a hand on the face of the planet that can beat the joke.
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Did I ever tell you how sorry I was old shadow of mine?
It's okay. For some reason we still exist.
It's okay. For some reason we still exist.
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