

long night aheadThe sun bore no contact to the citys edifice as this temporal muck subdues this country in cogitation A typhoon slowly creeps itself in the city and here you are discussing who scored highest in this weeks game; disillusioned that you mislaid all of it to a losing team.long night ahead
To distract yourself cognitively, you question existence by mere chance due to impulsive depression, applied obviously. What is our purpose? Appalled, I respond, To feed and breathe life into indifference. But if our purpose does not meet this hunger? Then we are food for such calamities like
NYUUU
RO.RO
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Everything starts from scraps...
and all Master pieces do came from it...
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Everything starts from scraps...
and all Master pieces do came from it...
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I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend
You could cut ties from all the lies that you've been living in
And if you do not want to see me again
I would understand...
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"I can only imagine."
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