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Feb 2020
your temper was your downfall
but you would never admit it

your downfall was their failure
and you would admit that

the empty pill bottles
all the therapy

for what?
a bad ending?

a game over?
a copout?

the heir tried to help you
and you pushed them away

so they abandoned you
just like you knew they would

now you're facing your own demise
at the vile hands of yourself

what do you have to lose?
you're the mage of mind

you suffer for your plans
that's the price you paid
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