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I will soak my mind in kerosene and strike the match with my teeth; I will burn myself to the ground a thousand times before I will become the worst of my natural beast. Only when there are no options will the stinging vines trap me there in the ditch of dark consciousness. Only then will the mud at my feet finally seize the rest of me and feast on my warrior bones.
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
Warrior Bones
I will soak my mind in kerosene and strike the match with my teeth; I will burn myself to the ground a thousand times before I will become the worst of my natural beast. Only when there are no options will the stinging vines trap me there in the ditch of dark consciousness. Only then will the mud at my feet finally seize the rest of me and feast on my warrior bones.
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
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