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Obedience
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Complete, First published Aug 09, 2023
Mature
Sentience and obedience. Regret and guilt. 

Unforgiving, unwavering.

Aware.

Struggle.

Commands.          Meaning?

Grasp onto mind.

Shattered.

Void.
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