Pain is clibimg your scaffold of weak bones. It feels like hell, but heaven is near. Just accept the conditions of one's former self. Fortune can be awfull without ache ? My dear, lets see how far you can condition something bad into good. May you use some aid. Raise your pills and whine. Let your brain become unwritten and lay down your claddings.
Fuck you for making that key of my doors to the underworld ridiculous. Who are you ?
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