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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there is an idea of seneca ;
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀some kind of abstraction ,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but there is no real me .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and though i can hide my
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀cold gaze : i am simply not
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there ❜
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ᅠㅤ危険 ;
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ᅠㅤI am the danger.
ᅠㅤA guy opens his door
ᅠㅤand gets shot,
ᅠㅤand you think that of me?
ᅠㅤNo. I am the one who knocks.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I felt lethal, on the verge
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of frenzy. My nightly
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀bloodlust overflowed into
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my days and I had to leave
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the city. ❜
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