It was just another day.
She wrote to me. She knows you. She loved you. She died too.
Life in circles, halo-ed existence.
You move in circles, pasting unholy crimes upon muddy walls. You washed your hands.
The blood still flows.
I stand a spectator.
Destroyed, Dead, Resurrected, Relieved.
It is just another day.
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