Enough.
Uncle.
You won.
I get it.
Point taken.
Purify me.
Burn out
My soul's
Impurities
In your crucible.
Disconnect me.
Impurities
In your crucible.
Disconnect me.
Hollow me out.
I am a smoldering
Shell of self.
Still, I cry for mercy.
Still, I cry for mercy.
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