One more swell now motionless, Realness from afar, Drifting pointlessly, Into a world of dubiety and falling stars. The apprehension of letting go, A fount of cognizance and angst, With advents of dawn, Seeing through the night, to no more be recast, A future, said to reflect the age, Alight, yet dimming anew, Abaft the scud of clouds, Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.

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Man, at least say thank you for the games i gifted you bro

Yknow the funniest part is I don't even remember who you are or why I'm subbed to this comment section, but I guess it's difficult for the terminally online to comprehend that people who disagree with them aren't all in a secret cabal with eachother. This was too rich to ignore lol. Cheers.

Based Shinoa enjoyer