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Today, sanity gave way to reality. Darth Vader donned his helmet, leaving his son grasping for lies and only finding harsh truth. I want to fall asleep and wake up on morrow's eve-- I hope today is only monstrous dream. But if I slumber while locked in an everpresent nightmare, won't I awake to the same damning truth. It is a conudrum, though what would one expect in a world constructed with lies, a world that cannot accept truth.



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