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Dec 2019
There is only myself, and I will do what I please.
I do not care for you, and I exist like this with ease.
The pain that I have suffered, has made my soul seize.
A world full of hate, has brought me to my knees.
The suffering will continue, to varying degrees.
All I can do is live out, this insidious disease.
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       Luz, Chloe, ---, Mohan Sardarshahari and God's Oracle
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