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08/05/24 at 12:18AM
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The last time, you talked to me,
I swore, you wanted to fight.
Uncertain as to what you wanted,
I left and stayed out of sight.
Now, many months have passed,
and I'm no longer, in this plight.
If you would like to talk again,
it will be after; we flee or fight.
