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This world He’s been hiking for years walking over the same marshland there he sleeps, there he wakes run, really run to what you say you love listen to that voice it’s telling you this world is finite and can be defeated with blind faith ... he passes by doesn’t fumble in the dark emerges into the light and looks at it  forget
I set my town on fire
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