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Consequences

Struck void the will of intellect, against such pondering, the injured spirit to protect. No tangled reminisce provides, Surcease to turnings of such tortured mind. Nor time-fogged recall that guide requires - So indelibly scored, Regret's cold ire. And soul bereft of all hope of gain, Forsakes Intention's road, for one paved in self - disdain. And all the way, the mocking laugher never fades. 'Sleep well now, in this bed you've made.'

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Date: 6/1/2019 12:11:00 PM
Hello Gavin Lottering, when things do not turn ojt right we have to face the consequence of what happened. Have a nice day my friend.
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