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The things I reach for, the things I hate. I shrink away from you L
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If her candle is gone, mine grows dim. To dive strait into the things i did, she did, that let us be victorious. but You are erasing your own line, Light, not me. the fox-girl, I didn't know. the other one was a chrade. But I can never redraw that line, Darkness.
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