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I like to think of myself as a lock, an old rustic, vintage lock.

I have been unlocked once, but in time the key broke leaving me alone.

People have come along, attempting to crack my code, for me to open up to them.

But they have yet to avail in their assignment.

Sometimes, locks are forgotten and left to be isolated until the right key is found.

And for me, I am growing very frail and fatigued of waiting.

My missing key is gone and now I fight for my self in cruel society alone.

And in twenty four days,

There is another key for me to break, and another lock like me to save from getting hurt.

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"Are you a demon,"

"You wish we were Harold."