It doesn't matter what you do, where you go or how far you've come. The monsters can always get you.
What a callous, sick freak you turned out to be. Cloaked in piety.
What's the point of moving on? Really? As soon as I close my eyes I see you. I feel, all that I felt. After which I see all that has happened...
Dear sweet lord. How evil.
Should have just dragged myself out of bed and cooked for the lady. I really don't feel like it after this.
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