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Pardon me if I regret this Father, these are my confessions I'm selfish, reckless, and restless Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine I suppose that's just how time flies
The monster is waiting.  I can hear it crawling. I can hear it's breath. I can hear it racing. And it carries death. The monster is waiting.
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