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Seven years and all gone
I tried, you loved, I struggled, you restricted
Between church and Hyboria, you lost me
There was never enough time
Even when staring at blank screens for nine hundred hours
I just wanted to be seen, you were blind
I crawled, I fought, I screamed and you read holy words
But I was never a demon

Alone you stand
Was it worth it?
And what did you think of those fifteen empty bottles in the closet?