None of my sigils are working. Foolhardy. Disingenuous.
I might be a blithering idiot, and a complete fool, utterly crazy. But its not like that matters to anyone, including me.
The pennies help.
Silly enough.
I hope all your dreams are choked on. People console me with promises of your doom. Its not a consolation.
Nothing is.
And that's how it will stay.
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