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A Time For


I was faced with a person,

He decided I was weak,

Assured me I neded to learn a lesson,

And so a deal was struck,

Friendship, for the price of such a tutoring.

And so when the moment came to,

I had been waiting upon my rhetor, who would teach me.

And so when a found the mob seeking to consume me,

All for the shape, colour, and mind of my being,

I could do nothing.

And so I was left a hole, a self-despairing pile of hate.

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