I have a peace now in my mind, though the fire still rages. A fire that burns his residue still. I'm commited to the aim, and the beast that rampages within. Life requires effort, let's strive. I want what's best for us. I've tasted the worst. The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the mercy of fate.
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