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You all left bigger thorns in my side than I'd ever anticipated, or with which I was ever willingly to sympathize. I don't know how they got there, without my having surmised, that you would leave such damage, such pain...In a place that held no patience for lies.
No... You were monsters just there, plainly, in front of my eyes... I turned away, leaving the piercings, thorns... The stake, to be a surprise. I never knew how ashen I'd become, until at last, I saw the sunrise.
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