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A time to reflect
Figuratively speaking there is no departure from the physical craze of overturning abstinence, within the conscious act of drinking everything down In remarks toward gluttony ane ambitious strides toward accelerated fortune. If All of These Components like Flesh Eating Parasites Morphed the Colour of my Palette into a Paper View Picture of Live action Paralysis Why Does the Titillation Stew in the Clotted Veins Trying to Desperately flee from The Compacted Hallucinogen my Arteries Create In the Midst of Exasperated Misguidance. You Breathed A Remorseful Exclamation Inserting my Independence Forcefully into The Knot of Every Decision I Stuck by My Heart like a Sworded Wreath, Accustomed To a Survival Ruled by That of my Own Acumen; My Perceptions Learned you before You knew my name, Calculated the Strife Before You Tore Through the Ventricles Of my nervous System And Grew a Garden Incapable of Withering a Conservatory of You. Though There is a Limited Availability of Forbearance in this Unwillingness, So Much So I had Replicated the Demeanour you Stood by And Consumed Every Atom of Anyone Who Materialised into my life, I Craved the blood I Tasted and I No longer Wallowed in the Grievance, But such Circumstances Have Shaped me Into the Terroriser of My own habitat.
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Masisson Lomas
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