> The Darkener's Console

With a great effort, the rug is moved to one side of the room, revealing the dusty cover of a closed trap door.

Heels —

You’re pathetic
But to your credit
You’re the main character

I don’t get it
Sucks up your debt
For all it’s worth

Dig in your heels
Big in the feels
You don’t see what’s real
You don’t see what’s real

Win one over, nothing is colder, but you’ve got a coat
So far ahead, but when you go to bed, that’s not all she wrote

It’s not all she wrote


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