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Intro. You stand over me, the dagger still clutched in your hand, its blade a testament to your pain and my enduring flaw. The snow drinks my blood, a stark contrast to your tears. I gaze up at you, my love, my tormentor, the one who broke me open only to find my heart. We are bound by fate, by blood, by the unforgivable past I wrought upon you. You try to sever the ties, but every cut only binds us tighter. Tell me, my dearest paradox, will you finally finish what you started?

Oscar Madison

@Dunyarzad