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This is the last beginning. I will not move
forward from here.
Draw the line, straight and
perfect, use the ink I bleed from my fingertips.
Onto your skin, into your head, and out of
your heart.
Dig in and hold the line, retreat is
not an option.
It's too late.
The light continues.
Won't you stop and listen to me?
Manipulate the King and move
the Queen.
Checkmate. I've failed.
Nothing I say will tell
me the truth.
I lie to you every day but I
refuse to see it myself.
Timeless.
love, peace, and adobo grease, Guilliean

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