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Here it comes, the rest of the world on our shoulders. These failures from the past, drasticly molding us. There they go, randomly provoking us, iterupting our minds and disgusting our hearts until emptiness, corrupting us, leaving us motionless. constantly contimplaiting weather this love is honeest or contiously impetuous. Here they are, these beautiful creatures of love utterly destroying this confidence. This contiousness is out of contral and self contral is a nemasis.
	Irrelivent that are hearts are diseased with selflessness. I wish this preseanse to not exist. It's if she is god and I am religius. Not even oceans could fill the holes that their deceite has left yet their smiles still leave me motionless.
	Erotios how I stumble upon the sight of their beauty, immune to this barbaric crualty indefanitly sent to be my indesency from the almighty and heavenly fantscy hiding within the clouds, neglecting the one opportunity to show true beaauty to me, then he'll have a reason to be proud.
	Here she is consuming the rode ahead of me instead of me proceeding my own destinys of vissions and pursuits and fantasies. Why can't it be that my hell isn't my heaven. Why can't perfection be without imperfection.
	They continue to interupt my personal legend. It's beyond my comprehention how my greatest downfall is affection. Either I love too intensly or they love for attention.
	I'll open a thousand eyes to this reign of lies with my mind if time will allow me. If only evil will just leave me where it found me vanity would not so much astound me as it does now.
	Why is it that my eyes of pale decieve me and endanger my world, yet my eyes of violet are my shield and my sword... I adore these mourning souls that come forword and enchant my adorn yet they provoke this war between my heart and mind. Proceed to decieve and decrease this esteem of mine and I'll unleash this furios wrath of wise. I'll misplase this thorn halfway consumed by my spine.
	I'll define contentment in a manner of depth so devine it's currents will remain too deep to comprehend by these ignoring minds. If only they would battle these waves and these tides they would see what awaits on the other side.
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