The Ice King's Regret: Divorced My Wife, Lost A Musical Genius

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nifestation of a broken heart. But this f

ed through the fog of my misery.

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leaving me for another woma

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. I would not let my baby become a tool, a barg

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white funeral pyre, disappearing forever. Along with my

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e city. For the first time, its glittering expanse felt completely alien to me.