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| How much I ath slipped, since the day of mighty hyperiums. A time when I oWned YOU! and YOU! and YOU! And now. I am no more. | |
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| But Morat. You still have me. Or maybe I fall short of thy extremely high expectations my dear? thy superior wisdom and extreme intelect?? | |
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| I am too tired my dear Decadance. I no longer hath the energy I once possesed. All I desire is that I own...just 1.. more person | |
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| How darth thy question thy position Morat? People still long to be oWned by such a mind as yours. I do deteste what the others say bout you now my love, my joy, my life. T'is jealusy my dear :) | |
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Penny sleeps with sheep. And cows.
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| But what of that? The others do not think so. They do not see what me, thou and JW do know! I hate the world today. I see no future. The path is bleak. I cannot see passed the sky! | |
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| Morat you are not alone! T'is not because you are blind, or faint or gay! T'is krons fleet, you stay, while I run away! | |
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