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The Devil Philosopy

The parties were in full swing. The doorbell rang, yet no one knew it. In that instant, everything changed for the party guests. Speak softly, lean in closer, and turn down the volume. A sudden death—another soul has taken its last breath. Did he pass the test? Sniffing cocaine, he choked, Dust scattering across his desk. What a mess! This was his life; he surrendered to cocaine— Cocaine was his guilty pleasure. Have you ever witnessed their souls diving into the sea? It's too late for cleansing. The drip, drip, drip of blood dissolves into the sea. This evokes a different philosophy— The devil’s philosophy.

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