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The asylum has stood for hundreds of years, a testement to the old worlds constructors. Now her precious orniments have all been stripped from these rotting walls. Everything non-structural has been lost. What has become of my home My family tossed to the wind. Like so many l e a v e s. I walk these halls for the last time today. I was once its protector, now these lonley corridors invite an enemy I once eradicated- back into our world. An enemy to which today, I have no defense. My own dark soul. Today I go to my death, I greet it with a smile. This is all my fault. It started with me, today It ends with me. I will always be here. Even when I am not - Mike Sikes
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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The asylum has stood for hundreds of years, a testement to the old worlds constructors. Now her precious orniments have all been stripped from these rotting walls. Everything non-structural has been lost. What has become of my home My family tossed to the wind. Like so many l e a v e s. I walk these halls for the last time today. I was once its protector, now these lonley corridors invite an enemy I once eradicated- back into our world. An enemy to which today, I have no defense. My own dark soul. Today I go to my death, I greet it with a smile. This is all my fault. It started with me, today It ends with me. I will always be here. Even when I am not - Mike Sikes
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
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