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Cannae Troubleshooting Death

Troubleshooting death, it lets you find what makes you want more. Stay alive for ten minutes, then die in five. A minute never seemed so long when sitting

Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I

sphere that's four billion years old, the sun will burn everything and then it'll go cold, we the people will burn to the bone, death ridden corpse

Troubleshooting death, it lets you find what makes you want more. Stay alive for ten minutes, then die in five. A minute never seemed so long when sitting

Standing with a slight slant, the head seemed to be twisted on just right. Collared shirt and tie. presentable to who, I don't know. A smile stretched