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he never was alone because his words had conquered him quite long ago they tickled him they tortured him they controlled him they were him. they were his skin they were his bones his words became him. Every passing second every engraved thought he must delay delay delay I must not think at all too many words will become too much and too much would shatter him so delay his thoughts he must but to not think is quite harsh a predicament it was a parasite his words for they controlled but he controlled them it was an existence he fought to change but an existence he fought to remain because it was an existence and that remained enough
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
Existance
he never was alone because his words had conquered him quite long ago they tickled him they tortured him they controlled him they were him. they were his skin they were his bones his words became him. Every passing second every engraved thought he must delay delay delay I must not think at all too many words will become too much and too much would shatter him so delay his thoughts he must but to not think is quite harsh a predicament it was a parasite his words for they controlled but he controlled them it was an existence he fought to change but an existence he fought to remain because it was an existence and that remained enough
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
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