In a QUEST For beauty this person becomes enslaved. In other words, beauty at
All cost.
For beauty I stepped out of the shade to Embrace the light of day. And stood in the eternal doorway of time waiting for Perpetual agony to cease. How long does this loyal pain extend? But for beauty, have I not been a success as a Slave? I have made GREAT effort, agony! ETERNAL agony, Agony eternal! eternal!
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