Fight.
We ran out of time.
We have reached our expiration date.
Just like they said we would.
Just like they tried to communicate.
Some people refuse to accept this.
Deny that this is they're fate.
But they just turn a blind eye, they don't reciprocate,
They don't try.
Try to turn back time, to find the answer, to solve the puzzle.
Lay everything on the line;
Fight. Try.
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