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The Call

Tiptoes on timid, balancing on fear you peeked at perfection. Chiseling abundance into limited hopes you can only pray for more. Chances did not weep only regrets paved a paranoia. To shun years of disillusionment - tribulations await rewards. Boxed fears deliver ambiguous results, pain assured. Yet the call echoes.

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