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The games that Death plays
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| My life is rife with puzzle and paradox. The truth is unbearable yet the lies are maddening. I am in constant pain. There must be an easy, painless way out. | |
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| Drive a nail through my head...What!? That isn't easy or painless. | |
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| It is fate. Nothing will alter this course. | |
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