As a Form of Answer

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youwillnotfindme

you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
you will not find me
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME
YOU WILL NOT FIND ME

November

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I'm done.

I'm sorry, everyone, but the time has come for me to disappear. This time, it's planned, so I can at least let you know why.

I'm hunting him down. I'm tired of running from that bastard Xerxes, especially after what I learned about him. I can't do this anymore, so I'm not going to.

I'm coming for you, you bastard. You took my brother away from me, you tried to take me down too. And you did it all on the orders of that fucking monster. Well, you played your hand, and you're on your own now. You think he'll save you? Because I know he won't. I saw what happened when your back was turned.

You're dead, Xerxes. The only difference is whether I catch you first, or our mutual tall friend does.

See you around.

This is not possible.

There is no way that the date can be right, and yet, there it is. October 16th. It's really been two months since I posted here last. And yet, here I was, thinking that it was almost four. I don't get it, but then again, I lived through some bizarre things. And I kept a record. It's going to take time and effort to get it together, but I'll do what I can. I think things have gone far worse than I'd ever intended.