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Unrivalled you are with your own idiocy, growing less and lesser as the days past, with years already long gone you so gleefully send more to be wasted away. A thought having not passed but many thoughts passing in the most inconvenient of times, troubling you with the knowledge of your own faults and the ones you continue to make. You, unchanging, you, unwilling, you undeserving, you, unfortunate enough to self realise as if you are but another, viewing it all through a lense that we all view through. There is no pity within my words. The time for that has run out, and the time for many things follows suit. All I give with this is your last opportunity to change, to be willing, to be deserving, and to be fortunate to have taken the right steps to a path that is worth living. You alone and no one else.