we are all they're worth. like a moth to flame. you will burn. a knave's
game of cat and mouse. claws out and ready to strike. you bore the
weight with dignity, but i'll keep tearing till i find what i need. oh
how it breaks. be quiet or you'll ruin the ending. some people are just
to happy to be alive.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lupar, in the year 369 AF.