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Loves Betrayal of One's Self
The fatal game illiminated the rare, young looking, narrow dreams. I want other means resembled in a manner you'd understand. His shadow casts motionless stones in a mirage of captivating light. As his ideas run against the moral state, leaving him rendered unconscious in the burning shadow, despite the path to abominable disaster with no provisions of a beautiful paradise. I laid in the wake of trivial homicide, without the desire to awaken the need of the unconscious monster within my hesitated mind.
