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these motions are meaningless.
you always hear about those ships which get lost at sea during war time. only to be found years and years later. the mariners aboard still fighting the same war. even though the war is long since over. and their side lost. years and years ago. but they still fight on. manning cannons and barking orders at each other. waiting to vanquish a foe who never shows. because the war is over and no one cares. these motions are meaningless. you lost. you lost. you lost. just accept it. you lost.
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hidemeunderyourbed
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