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I-- beware of the lipstick curve on the edge of my lips of the bit of a tooth 'cause it's hinting at this: that i'm crushing my foes with the spike of my heel and i'm queen of my world and i'm numb to appeal and i'm driven to quit i don't care how it hurts i won't take anymore i won't take anymore... II-- my value in this dungeon is a flawed calculation; my value is determined by a jealous whim. my value here is one minus one; my value here is not my toil and sweat, not the hours i give nor the **** i get, not the castles i've built, not the care i take, not the people i help, not the pittance i make, not the battles i've won, i'm done. III-- dylan thomas said, "do not go gentle." three years, and i have been but a breeze, a wind, a gust; now i am on the cusp of hell and in my tornadic fury i will rip trees from the earth i will leave fields flat and rivers dry and i will topple bricks and shred the sky and bid you good-bye-- good night.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
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I-- beware of the lipstick curve on the edge of my lips of the bit of a tooth 'cause it's hinting at this: that i'm crushing my foes with the spike of my heel and i'm queen of my world and i'm numb to appeal and i'm driven to quit i don't care how it hurts i won't take anymore i won't take anymore... II-- my value in this dungeon is a flawed calculation; my value is determined by a jealous whim. my value here is one minus one; my value here is not my toil and sweat, not the hours i give nor the **** i get, not the castles i've built, not the care i take, not the people i help, not the pittance i make, not the battles i've won, i'm done. III-- dylan thomas said, "do not go gentle." three years, and i have been but a breeze, a wind, a gust; now i am on the cusp of hell and in my tornadic fury i will rip trees from the earth i will leave fields flat and rivers dry and i will topple bricks and shred the sky and bid you good-bye-- good night.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
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