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Every little simple simpleton. Arose from a fortress once long ago. It tainted the rails and let a sliding wayfarer seduce its way to our hearts. The pinace the grimace the foster affection from the mounds. I lean forth and accept.
I push myself off a cliff, I land on my feet. I wait for a man in white to show up and tell me itβs ok. To lose myself I hang on to what I once was. This is not everything but itβs alot.
