To the sovereign of despair who shattered my peace, Dear Mr. Ancient Sadness, this is for the endless nights and the weeping of my dreams. Disguise no longer serves any purpose; I am utterly spent, with every shred of my being weary. My facade can no longer sustain a role in this drama, nor does the...
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