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an onerous night a reflection on a lonely lake a man of veritable might no, away wisdom could not rake the quivering of this timid man's torchlight dread wilted his plains of thought as he nostalgically visited his downtrodden home and reproached himself, saying, "agh! another day" he'd remember, he then wistfully reaffirmed he'd remember to forget that day what a day that was when he lost his former self emotions barred his very thoughts his very being, his very wants that day, when the fires roared and even the plague maidens were stricken with fear that day, when the pain engulfed remnants of his boisterous love, of those whom he held dear that day would soon be followed by a day where even the neighbors' children would philosophize after all, who could blame them? the man's house was now verily a despondent sight filled with screams that slaughtered all visions of hope and knife wounds that barely repressed the debaucherous owner's light time passed a group of children found a lonely lake at the bottom of which lay the remnants of a despondent man forgotten, and now, forever on display
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Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
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an onerous night a reflection on a lonely lake a man of veritable might no, away wisdom could not rake the quivering of this timid man's torchlight dread wilted his plains of thought as he nostalgically visited his downtrodden home and reproached himself, saying, "agh! another day" he'd remember, he then wistfully reaffirmed he'd remember to forget that day what a day that was when he lost his former self emotions barred his very thoughts his very being, his very wants that day, when the fires roared and even the plague maidens were stricken with fear that day, when the pain engulfed remnants of his boisterous love, of those whom he held dear that day would soon be followed by a day where even the neighbors' children would philosophize after all, who could blame them? the man's house was now verily a despondent sight filled with screams that slaughtered all visions of hope and knife wounds that barely repressed the debaucherous owner's light time passed a group of children found a lonely lake at the bottom of which lay the remnants of a despondent man forgotten, and now, forever on display
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Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
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