I wrote this when I couldn't sleep at three-thirty in the morning. If it sucks... sorry.
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Finality seemed to have a way of making its tunes heard wherever he went. An absurd soundtrack to his third-rate life, underlying his existence.
Of course, not everything final was bad-graduating, turning nineteen, blowing up the school. After all,
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