Like how the stars miss the sun, like how my pen shed its ink, like how, it will always end up straight right back and the beginning, I will lit it up, got my own stage now,.
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ANIMAE DIMIDIUM MEAE
ANIMAE DIMIDIUM MEAE
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In the primordial silence before history, the gods are not myths. The war of the god...