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Mr Kailt

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350 XP

O sorrow

I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me.

Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart,
it was seated there beside me?

O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.

Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being.
You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.

O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony,
you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.

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Fallout: New Vegas

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------------------------------ CHILDREN OF THE CITY ---------------------------------

Sleep for a total of 800 hours per day
And then drink a liter of milk, warm up before you go play
Only eat, or write, or pull the trigger with your right hand
Only thing that's left is to work on following commands

By the time you realize, you'll be restrained to a desk
And with your dreams on the floor you comply, eyes chained to the test
In 30 minutes find a groom or bride, bonus if brunette
In 90 hours spill their insides, paint your room picturesque

Now it's time for another vendetta
Going through the shelves, picking out my prewritten persona
Children of the city see only the neon stars
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be included in the city's night

(In 400,000 meters, turn right)
Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body
Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee
Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free
Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy

As we suckled upon the 9 millimetre pacifier
Swallowing the fact that other than to expand we had no purpose
As my everburning will to stay afloat backfires
I now know I must be comfortable being who I considered worthless

Follow the city's ribbon
To a heart nobody seems to listen
It takes my heart being broken and broken again
To know that I am the reason why the sufferings never end

Now it's time for another vendetta
Going through the shelves, picking out my prewritten persona
Children of the city see only the neon stars
Reflected upon the murky gutter sky
Don't ask me why I desperately wish to be noticed by the city's night

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