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ππ·π΄ππ΄ π°ππ΄ ππΈπΌπ΄π ππ·π΄π½ πΈ ππ·πΈπ½πΊ πΎπ½π»π πΎπ΅ πΊπΈπ»π»πΈπ½πΆΒ :Β when the sword cuts into my soul,Β i keep a calm gaze.Β i accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone.Β by means of the stab,Β after the stab,Β i become invulnerable.Β Β in the reflection,Β i am all bloodyΒ βΒ what is this in my hand?Β Β i break it,Β turn it to dust,Β to meat,Β tearing the veins.Β it is my heart.Β i take it into myself.Β Β ππ‘π π¬ππ«π©ππ§π π¬π¨π°π¬, Β πππππ‘ ππ§π«π’ππ‘ππ.
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