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{"You mugged out all of the resonant voices whispering in your head, you summoned them to go noiseless against your cranium. You beseeched not to be an overthinker, nor to forge as one of them. It was strenuous and unbearable, it charred against my flesh, our flesh, and it vacated faults that could not be obliterated within our insides. 
Exceptionally, you take sips of your coffee wondering what conceivably went awry. 
Did you cultivate to bypass the tranquil, the griefs, the slaying that was initially postponed before it surpassed you without a prophecy, a wary? 
Did you disregard the cataclysms of children? Though nonentity acknowledges the upheaval that escapes our lungs every single day we obtain from our beds with our introspections muffled for a desolate while, we are treacherous when dwelling on our past. 
Though it conveys itself up to the conversation like toxic debris. 
At twelve, we knew and recited as an ensemble that this planet was a doomed niche, we probed at our shins from head to toe, and we memorized our preadolescent selves. Whereas we would ponder that the globe pivoted around us, we would devour cake and chatter about gibberish. 
Even that brought and provoked something up in our insides, the world was too immense. 
Too flaring, too bizarre that we would laugh about it. 
We were the children of ghastliness. 
The whiplash thrashed us in the face and obtained us up from the dead, though we operated as if everything, the world was immaculate. Yet all came crashing down like an earthquake and ravaged you to the core, you didn’t even have time to function, or lift the gravel off from your body; that was curling against you, becoming a part of yourself. 
And you finally came to realize, as all people did. 
How monstrous human beings can be, and you fall in love and they have no mercy. 
You devote yourself to their prosperity, you lose yourself in the process. Humanity has become snakes, with no other intention than harm, and we scream into the thunderous sky of all creation, we question whether or not it will get better, or shall we have hope. 
The thunder claps back at us, and its scorching rays of light almost hit us, and we die a little bit more, on the inside. Humanity has ceased to function. So you shall die on the inside, like those innocent angels who have actually, died on the release. Humans, suck in their tainted chemicals and desire for you to reach your demise.
We fall in love and they have no mercy."}
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