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The door
But you wouldn't have walked through, would you?
Your agony is unbecoming.
You made this monster. Frankenstien's monster was never to blame- but you are both, aren't you?
You, you, you-
unlocked.
was always
The blood seeps through you clothes, your hands, you flesh, your bones, your soul.
There is no one left to blame.
It is you, it is me,
at the end of all things.
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