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In a dark room, rows of text. Alien to the outside world. |
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Fear of contact by steel will. Embarrassment revealed. |
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Hunger for a sterile feast. My needs are scorned. |
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By insect blood I am born. |
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Twist of fate, dealt a hand of improbability. Reborn. |
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Temple of elemental evil awakens a need in my soul. |
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Forced to crumble in my true form. |
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As the need begins to control. Mental hunger sated but not for long. |
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Legacy of triumph collapse. |
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Of all the things that have disgraced me you're the one that hurt the most. |
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Traded like cards, treated like garbage. |
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Traded like coins, treated like garbage. |
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I'll define what's left. |
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Forgotten, disgraced, worthless. |
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Your life and dreams are no match for reality. |
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Life's work forgotten. My life's work is forgotten. |