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Selfdream At times, I dream myself beseiged. I rebel with the cunning of the weak. I walk the shortcuts. Tormentors clad in blood-soaked black, salute as I manipulate them into realizing their abyss. Some weep their sockets hollow, or waive their thorns. Much pain negotiated. A trading of the wounds. My chains carve metal and I am branded.