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Fires of Heathen Cities by PJ Carmichael

I suffer abuse at the hands of traitors. A blank-slate suicide; I wouldn't leave a note. The lonely weep, as the familiar grow distant. The loss of a life may equate to the loss of a love, given the volume of saliva exchanged. Shattering silence mirrors my emptiness; there is nothing left to say.