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Sep 2018
guilt gnawed at his conscious like a thief who committed sin in a sacred dwelling



2. he felt a tear drop in his dead subconscious and sipped on red wine to drown a blister of regrets



3. now peace is a constant war locking his mindset. he died, for liberation from the nightmare he was living
McDonald tsiie
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McDonald tsiie  The Love Religion
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