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