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All the prayers and the pain flashes in my brain. Think that I'm going insane. Get the fuck out of my lane like a train that cannot be derailed, hauling ass straight out of hell, covered in smoke like a smell. Now let me see what the hell is wrong with thee. What is your problem with me. Time I patiently let play. Wait for that to make a play. Call on God then checkmate. Woe on that day. Wow either way.
