You brought your family here, to this place of silent hatred and confusion and horror,
Where spirits of former communities continue to menace and sweetly make their way into the minds of new owners
The whole narrative had been there always
"Our little group has always been,
And always will.
Until the end."
We have to give it back to future owners
We must allow things to smother us,
To forget us
We must recycle.
"Seven liters of your own doing. When it's wasted you will just replace it.
It's called Nutrition."
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