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Dec 2016
i am ares: the god of war.
disgruntled by my own blood thirst,
in solitude due to anything but my own accord.
i fear this lonely and cold world; however,
i don't know how to have it any other way.
I've been off on my own, I don't know if I like it much
Nik
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     Glassmuncher, Julia Mae, --- and once privileged
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