| What good is the armor he carries when his true weakness is inside of him.
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| From the fire of failure his armor was forged to be invincible.
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| i've fallen so hard it feels foreign to me. after searching near and far i think i've found the one that is different from all the others, the one that makes it all worth while. |
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| a light haz blankets everything around from knee high down. the moon is light bright orange and there is no sound at all. the night is completly still, quiet, peaceful. its times like these you can hear other people think. |
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| its terribly late. the night is dark. but it feels all wrong. i cannot sleep, not tonight. |
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