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Sometimes we need to kill the things we like to get the things we love. Was this what existence had become?
What if there was someone to break the circle of living.
Somewhere beyond the ocean's brink , where the stars swirl fast while the sun and moon sink; the sky had rewritten itself.

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain."
- Lord Byron

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