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You beg to speak with me, but it is of your own accord that I sit in ignorance to the sound of your voice. The lies and slander never stopped until you needed me. It will be solitude in which I stand; I am here for you no more.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Solitaire
You beg to speak with me, but it is of your own accord that I sit in ignorance to the sound of your voice. The lies and slander never stopped until you needed me. It will be solitude in which I stand; I am here for you no more.
Our games together are over.
ThePopesHat
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
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