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You’d be proud of me Askim. I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted. Work **** well saved me from destruction. From myself. And I’ve been crushing it. I may still get crushed, but **** me, I’ll die trying. What else is there now that you’re gone forever? There’s just an empty black hole. And a fire that burns me alive.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
Fire in a black hole of pain
You’d be proud of me Askim. I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted. Work **** well saved me from destruction. From myself. And I’ve been crushing it. I may still get crushed, but **** me, I’ll die trying. What else is there now that you’re gone forever? There’s just an empty black hole. And a fire that burns me alive.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
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