dwelling convenient, oh so innocent, forgiveness of yourself. even when you, whitely, so stinking naive. no. just leisurely. gurren fuckin lagann i guess. but it got too ahead of itself. in the end, now you got, what you really are, bisfukinmillahs. nah. not that either. just a fukin coyote. meep meep. time to cut. guess you write, for the future. the past, the past reveals, you, way too properly, for you to handle. and for some to have, some given. like magics now. and you, nothing, but prayers, shackled, like animals, you ve always, fukin been.
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