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This is the end. The sun sets on our broken backs and we've
 been here before.
And we are left without a single thing. Without a heart.
We are armed to the teeth. Without a single thing. We are 
nothing more than ink on paper.
We travel through their fingerprints.
Our clothes become bandages to ease the pain of 
selflessness.
We will never trust ourselves and this is how it begins.
They sift through our abandoned homes but they won't find 
us.
They won't find our secrets, encased alive beneath the 
floor.
They have abandoned us. They hunt us down. They hunt us 
through seasons.
They hunt us for years. This is the end.