I don't have anything against you, Dioklecian. I just think you're incompetant
I don't have anything against you, Dioklecian. I just think you're incompetant
But, for a certainty, back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...
Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...
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