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Drowning, drowning, drowning, in oceans of my own making. Waves crash, slash, bash against my hollow chest. Salt stings deeper than before, burning, yearning, turning my flesh to stone. These waters will never wash away my sorrow.

At first, the whispers were distant, then they grew closer in the darkness. It didn't take long before the footsteps echoed behind me. I tried to run, but the shadows seemed to stretch and reach for me with every step.

The chamber reeks of iron and despair. Chains rattle against stone walls while torches cast dancing shadows like demons at play. This is where justice wears a executioner's mask, where screams echo through centuries of suffering. Some say these walls remember every plea, every final breath.

Lord, have mercy on my soul, because I'm gonna fucking snap. What the sigma is even happening here? If this is the end of the road, then so be it. Nice try, friend, but I guess this is the last thing I’ll ever witness. Just keep it pink.

I've heard stories about what you're capable of when the blood starts to boil. It would be a real shame if we couldn't find a way to settle this like civilized men. So tell me, are you going to listen, or do I have to make you?

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These empty glasses reflect my hollow thoughts tonight, drowning memories in each sip I take. Nobody sees the pain I'm hiding behind these bottles, making friends with shadows and silence while the world sleeps unaware.

Look at this mess, mother of moms! I said no wire hangers, ever! You just love to push me, don't you, mommy dearest? With your little games and your damned metal hooks. It's time you learned some respect in this house, mother, dearest!