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I need something that can imbibe all this hurt that isn’t death.
How much would it cost me to give in to the rope that leads to a bottomless chasm?
I lust after a human that would understand this arcane mind, but it’s not the time nor will it ever.
It’s a beautiful day, but the venomous spirit of a foot soldier has invaded my soul. I loathe the mundane, because it makes me normal when I’m not. 

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