Clothes still on, wake up on the floor
Don’t think I need to make this trip anymore’
Cause half of me knows it’s gonna get dark
But when you come around, I fall apart
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“No death, no doom, no anguish can arouse the surpassing despair which flows from a loss of identity.”
-H.P. Lovecraft, from “Through the Gates of the Silver Key”
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I’ve said a couple of times since the spring that the Stars were probably playing a bit over their heads to get as far as they did in the playoffs.