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We are at the end. Through this end we will find ourselves. This world is truly what we make it and once the end comes, we can mold this earth to our whims and desires. Will we continue with minds of metal and machines or will we finally realize peace and harmony, not just with ourselves but all life? For there is more than we know or care about here and the magic and all that is green and good in this world will pass into shadow and flame. Just remember that I, and I alone, will always love you. You may not know me, but I know you. And I will always love you, more than you will ever know. -I
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May 16, 2012
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