((For all his plans and calculates, Ys mind seldom is.))
There is too much, too many times. It brings it back, breaks through my control and-
God does not exist. Chaos reigns. I have met Her in all Her Glory and she is Magnificent.
Who am I to this? Does it matter? Let me fade, let me die, why won't you let me go? Stop waking upThere is nothing
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