I have finally sent Deleo away. It has reached the decline point, where I am more away than home. I spend most of my time drifting these days. The lady left in good spirits, at least I hope she did. I pray she will not grieve. They are correct, after all, for I am nothing more than a shell of a man. A mistake has been made. None of my ambition
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I seem to have trapped myself in the past, back in a time where I knew all colors and felt warmth. I think back to everything we have gone through
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Sheep, sheep. I have become a mindless sheep of society. Here is a survey, which is the new fad, apparently. It is not the same as Sephiroth's, however.