side moans and sliding worrisome fears was what they bore, climbing modern digression. they whimper in the night, not growing, not being allowed to grow running rushing to and fro for a time until they decided to climb a great peak. i hurt myself with them. it hurts now, like i have been struck by a bow. i know i know. but it is being remedied through this speech here. i feel so sick. i have been warped enough wrapped in non-relaxation and focus on the wrong had burnt my tongue. and now? the remedy.
blind to the truth of eternity believers in nothing will always fret over others feeling heaven heavenly are the ones travelling the arteries of the globe re-carving the old paths made of dust torn in robes
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