ACT FOUR.
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all my grief says the same thing;
❝this isn't how it's supposed to be.❞
❝this isn't how it's supposed to be!❞
and the world laughs,
holds my hope by the throat,
and says;
❝BUT THIS IS HOW IT IS.❞
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𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭︱octavia blake, book 2
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