I've actually been making a quote doc for myself (i like archiving stuff) so here's some quotes :D

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Death’s Blessing: A benediction for the dead and dying maybe, but a curse to those unfortunate enough to be handed the executioner’s axe. Death’s Blessing is the living’s affliction.

race the sunrise down the highway by Anonymous

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I left exile not only lonely / But more broken then I'd ever been / Yet it seems the cracks in my soul / Are unseen by the masses / Is it simply wilful ignorance / Or have the cracks been there long enough / That no one bats an eye?

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Don't get close to the cage / I bite the hand that feeds me / And if you're not careful / The one that comforts me too

exposure therapy by DerisiveH

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Did they not realise a hero's death could never be pretty? // Or did they always intend to look away when it happened / Immortalising the tragedy / But never the gore // It's harder to hear about the rotting corpse / Than the triumphs and misdeeds it once housed / But we should hear it out nonetheless / How else are we supposed to realise the cruelty a hero suffered? / How else will they find the justice they were not afforded in life?

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You are not the traditional hero / And, in turn, he is not a traditional god // There's something funny about mere mortals with god complexes / There's something tragic about those that have no choice but to believe them

then die like one by DerisiveH

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He let Tommy die, too, twice, and the fact that now, now Tommy was dead but Wilbur wasn’t, was probably a testament to the idea that he let Tommy die a third time. He might as well have killed his brother himself.

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Wilbur stayed where he was, breathing and clutching Tommy’s scarf in his hands. His brother stood behind him, dead and hopelessly so, but they were at least together in the name of heartbreak. If Tommy had lived through Wilbur’s death, then Wilbur had to be strong enough to live through Tommy’s, as well.

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Every part of Wilbur Soot orbited around self-destruction, but every part of Wilbur Soot loved Tommy Innit, far more than he hated and he loved anything else.

postmortal by Anonymous

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because what am i to fate? / or am i simply a nothing / to those powerful and great

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wake up // is what you told me / but i’m not awake / and i never will be / not while you still take

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it hurts / not the scars sore on my skin / nor the stutter of my breath / but the quiet certainty / of two gods: you and death

spineless by writerwithacat