Is life something that you play; All the time waiting to get rid of it?
He told me he was leaving to go find the Hellcat. My eyes only widened and closed in response. [I am not your keeper; why do you tell me these things?] What could I say? In the gaping hole where my soul lived, there was only promise of myriad destruction. And so I nodded in
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