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the mage of mind

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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the arcade in town
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Feb 9, 2020
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