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Crippled by this, this disease, this monster, this freak inside my head. I mean who am I, really? The odds are against me, always have been, always will be. God forbid chaotic neutral ever win.
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Never to win always to writhe, this horrid beast you keep alive. Feeding on your inner pain you're left scarred, broken, mentally slain. You wish it would just go away maybe latch onto other prey. And when it does, you feel torn, for now you see it's brutal scorn eating away on family and friend the vicious cycle will never end. ~A poem by Shinigami-san
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