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Tear down the walls. The ones that keep my pride inside. Free the animals
of love in my zoo. My soul is now and forever pure black with agony. Woe is my middle name. Pain is my last. I hold the sheild of emotion, but weathered away the sharpness of love. I held the sheild of confidence, but it was sliced in half by the rageing war. The knife of death i hold dear. Do I dare use it?