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The flow of time imaginary created in the catacombs of all our minds our designes imperfect .Fawed even worse befor we go to the morgue.As I blend into my surrounds my fears are adjacent parrellell to oppisite to where I'm facing.Life shifted most people you meet are parasitic they prey on your weaknesses and stregths they paint that illusion over your eyes.The most beautiful could bring about your demise but yet something controls me holds me in this place and time.Nothing could replace this moment horrors conconquer my mind my conchance a concubine. To my evils.upheaval of my world lifted then suddenly collaspe as I loss grasp I gasp my last breaths and feel the pain in my flesh.
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