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My condense nature fits and simplifies all.
The unbearable emptiness of self imagines as a game of pleasure faults and weaknesses to others, the others defeated.
“I am the blank of a space. I exceptionally fulfill my endings with a full stop and a period”.
The level is shaking, overflowing. In a blurry curve I’m healing myself.
A flickering moment.-“There is a light that never goes out”. An eternal moment”.
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