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Fear, pulsing through me. I am afraid. Death comes from afar and we wait, but for some it approaches now. Immediate. In the fire below us. I see it as it wades into my consciousness. I am but a dreadful piece of shit. Life begins and bores me too. I shall be the one. To give the heart to me.
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