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Dark
Not talking to myself, you know they’re there, whispering in the crooked, croaked, cabinet they call my mind.
Total silence is hard to find, no visuals ever enter my mind. It’s just black, and I’ve always been afraid of the dark.
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You’re blaming the game as the reason why you cheat. Planning principles on the back of deceit. Every time you prove them blind, you feel sublime.
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