I've lost.
You've won.
Many battles.
A ton.
One more.
Blade.
Scrape.
Can't save.
You've one.
I've lost.
Demons.
Such a cost.
Goodbye.
Everyone.
I have lost.
You've won.
Masks are gone.
Blades are thin.
Arms are ready.
I have sinned.
It's not your fault.
But wait.
It is.
My fate.
Those three words.
Long yet short.
You can't deny it.
Not even a court.
Three words.
Was all it took.
So fine.
This is the end of my book.
Three.
"Go kill yourself."
Don't try to fix it.
Nothing can help.
How dare you.
You don't see.
Your own words.
One, two, three.
So fine.
A mark.
For each word.
I look for the ark.
Good job.
Don't you see?
I'm here.
But you killed me.
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