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"Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.
Struggle all you want.
None of that will tear you away from the role they paved you to pay.
For when the day arrives, when the sun dews upon the purple of your torn flesh, when the breeze drowns your sight in eternal darkness, when your Will fails to carve a path your way, they will come and collect upon your remains, and enthrone you.
Then, until then, you will understand that your will was never your own."
-̴̬̠̱̣̝͉̙̖̖̎̈́́̆̍́͘̕̕-̨̣̳͖͚̭̆ͪ̄ͪ̈̋ͤ̓҉̵̧
𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘸.
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