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Fresh out of feelings,
I regress into post-sentient abandonment of life. My mind is naked, and the starkness of you leaving me forges a demon in my soul. I hope you die inside a little more everytime you think of me. I hope you're filled with regret. If you ever fight the same way I'm fighting, I wish to close my eyes and forget.
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