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citadelle_etoilee Romane Lavoie

From the day you left you took my part, and your putrid breath, which froze, which was trapped, which fell asleep is in my mind like a litany of bells. What did I even want to tell you, dear? I haven't even prayed, pretending to order death to die, but in fact I lost the game before it started. It was me who died in the end, but not even in death will I find you again. And since you've always been petty, don't change that fact now: Die gloriously and leave the leftovers to me.

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  Feb 10, 2022, 23:02.
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