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Steadily the pace increased, Their paths diverged more and more as they flew Some said it was gravity. and it becomes our game That's what we're doing. ******** up the game. I hate this game, It isn't fair. They all laughed at that. Laughed until tears steamed down their faces. Every one of them was stupid, I'm your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of that you most need? The loneliness of power.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
Sky: Children of the Light
Steadily the pace increased, Their paths diverged more and more as they flew Some said it was gravity. and it becomes our game That's what we're doing. ******** up the game. I hate this game, It isn't fair. They all laughed at that. Laughed until tears steamed down their faces. Every one of them was stupid, I'm your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of that you most need? The loneliness of power.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
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