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self harm

The self-harm Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre whatever happens, none of us are in control, but of a malign monster with brain cancer Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide a long time before branching out powerfully trying to take over by altering the brain's chemistry. Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it. The cohesion that makes a brain function almost to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues. There was a time when the monster cell was nearly defeated but was saved by lesser pests thinking its cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's failures.

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