Surly, your fingers have become arrows. You point them indiscriminately, ending lives with only one gesture. And when all is said and done, you try to claim your gold star. How sad your existence has become that you stick to destroy others instead of picking up your own teeth. I understand, and you comprehend that skipping on the opportunity for change will only sink you deeper into your own personal hell. Why not lower those arrows?
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