I don't wanna kill my enemies, they are my closest Friends;
pointing out my fuckups, and critically injuring my false pride.
Why should I hate that, then those friends that say "Orbit is not square!"
I don't need your Jobs friends; I don't need your fake smiles and take cares;
what I need -- to be held in high standards, so I could pull through;
be the Kings chosen White Mare. To ride to battle and take the pike;
so the King could emerge victorious, what could I else put up my sight!
Better high stakes; odds what don't surmount well, to have the last Man standing;
than a manhole in one to be the casual NPC and unix in coding trait but not really...
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