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The dark lit city, the swirl of confetti, the promise of peace. Tell me, go on, that we can lay that sword down, that hurt and avarice and winter are no more. People don't hunt eachother, there is no dagger in the back of another, time has ceased in the stillness we can all stand upon balconies far above the scintillating shine and know a lustrous light wherein there is no hurt. The war is over forever. It is.
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The dark lit city, the swirl of confetti, the promise of peace. Tell me, go on, that we can lay that sword down, that hurt and avarice and winter are no more. People don't hunt eachother, there is no dagger in the back of another, time has ceased in the stillness we can all stand upon balconies far above the scintillating shine and know a lustrous light wherein there is no hurt. The war is over forever. It is.
There is one who asks if there's something else, I open the door, step back out into the driving rain and bitter cold, and say no.
I don't like what's in those eyes, the way he looks at me. I don't you know.
I don't like what's in those eyes, the way he looks at me. I don't you know.
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It was supposed to be:
Well around here we're dying all the time, there's this wasteland of the soul, this empty sorrow of a place, and do you know though once
we believed in something the end result was a twisted desert, a blank gaze, a dark and vacuous sort of being. We're never going home, it's
always gonna be Tails alone.
That's okay. I don't need Sonic. Truth is he was something imagined. I've always been by myself.
Such a long way. Wish me luck.
Odd. It regressed to the last text.
Well around here we're dying all the time, there's this wasteland of the soul, this empty sorrow of a place, and do you know though once
we believed in something the end result was a twisted desert, a blank gaze, a dark and vacuous sort of being. We're never going home, it's
always gonna be Tails alone.
That's okay. I don't need Sonic. Truth is he was something imagined. I've always been by myself.
Such a long way. Wish me luck.
Odd. It regressed to the last text.
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