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Just a bad little squib...

Ever so clear are clouded thoughts.

The one thing I do hope you realize, high-and-mighties, is that I hate you all.

I may be complex, as anyone else, but that is and always will be our commonality...we all hate me.

No matter the outcome, I will always refuse to let you go.

I'll let you leave, if only you stay a short while longer.

If only I could force myself to believe in something I do not.

This is shorter than usual but I thought I'd give a different style a shot.

They die in the belly of the beast.

I'm still trying to mend something that was lost a long time ago...