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Mar 2016
I FOUGHT ******* MY MISGUIDED QUEST,
GOOD GOD I FOUGHT SO HARD

WHAT A SHAME THAT A BOY BLINDED BY NAIVETY ENDED UP DESTROYING EVERYTHING HE HAD THOUGHT HE WAS SAVING

I FELT EMPTY AND NUMB WHEN ALL MY FOES HAD FALLEN TO THE GROUND
****** AND DEAD

IS THAT HOW A HERO IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL?
CE
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