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Thine eyes have seen rainy days. Turning thy heart unto a desert. Scorched and dried of emotion. Unable to shade the burn of circumstance. Intense shame, depleting all would be motivation. Castrated, devoid of a free spirit. Behold, amongst we, the walking dead.

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