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Nov 2019
Dearest,

All this time, I've suffered.

All this time, I've cried.

Little did you know, every time you beat me down...
It weakened the glass.

It weakened your sense of reality.
It weakened your sense of fantasy.

Now that you're weak, I've spotted a crack in the walls that have trapped me.

Time's ticking.

~Monster
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