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 In the end,

I was the one
Looking into the eyes,
Pulling the trigger,
Killing the intruder.

A lot had hot takes,
I made my mistakes,
Filled with brim courage,
Higher than Eiffel tower.

But...
In the end,
I was/am/will be the master of,
Whatever's running on the stage.

*No asking for mercy,
No cry for help,
Never needed your pity,
Whatever will be, will be.*

This play's not for the light-hearted,
And nobody's gonna outlive me.

Those who seek refuge,
Within the warmth of an uncertain home.
You and I.
We are not cut,
From the same cloth.
I am an alien, so be it.
It's time to embrace it.

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