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In the hush of night, beneath the moon's soft glow,
A bug sneaks away while dreams and slumber flow.
With stomach full, bread crumbs in his hand,
he packs his bag and leaves this land.
He goes beneath, seeking refuge deep.
In the bunkers embrace, where tools he keeps.
Within the labyrinth of his mind,
where his sanity is left far behind.
A vow emerges, a simple decree,
"See you soon, /pcg/"