i'm wasted talent just wasting my time. it turns out that legends are all believed lies. monuments to grief, i've built them five miles high. there's something dark waiting behind these eyes.
Behind these eyes time is wasted in grief, that momentous belief (so high) one can then see a lie from five miles nigh. Yes, dark things lie in wait behind these eyes.
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