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damage control

slowly he picks away at the shell of his swathing enough shrouded persona the charade had to retreat masquerades are for fools the wise man moves on weapons of self-destruction have powerful aims delusion deception survival denial protection abidance incisive forearmed scars harmful mind’s blades finally he cracks under rapid oncoming fire looks into gun barrel’s shine focusses on the target cradles the trigger lets go of the pain 26th 2020

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