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the grate
stuck between a wall and a window to hell, the hell is where you are, your foot bangs the wall. Outside is blistering, blistering your hands, handing you your head on a platter. 400 servents full of ineptitude cannot relieve the thought that was once you, for your character is devoid but your head is still your inescapable servent
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