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Disorder

You may—I might—theywill—some ‘won’t’—just say: “Living’s a walnut begging to be cracked!” And if-or when-but why-sosoon-the impact of such a soundstatement will hardly weigh? on the forget- fret- fear-ful kind of gray dispositions who dwell on the abstract (no)tion of (this)regard or a(n/a)tacked self sobbing in the corner of the day.— Re—again—jected once one final more, such spirits spurn the sense ‘security’, to cling to cleaner, more clearly bonded couplets. But who when where better (core)responded to that desperate pre-immaturity, else than the ever further distant shore?

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