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Where does the setting sun go to rest? Go to rest? The darkest days
Come and go, they never seem to end. Inhuman, inhumane, inane
Existence. Barely existing. Surviving. Reviving a world that has been
Dead for years. Blood sweat and tears. Disinformation and fear. We
Carry on like we serve a purpose. Just a decaying gear in a machine,
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