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Words from the maker, we hardly could ever hear, Bereft of love and attention, we see the diminishing concern and care. We still pour our hearts into this bastion we’ve held so dear. But, alas, the kingdom and subjects, have fallen into neglect and disrepair.
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Disrepair
Words from the maker, we hardly could ever hear, Bereft of love and attention, we see the diminishing concern and care. We still pour our hearts into this bastion we’ve held so dear. But, alas, the kingdom and subjects, have fallen into neglect and disrepair.
When did HP become a broken shell, a faint ghost of what it once was?
ryn
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
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