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The Paranoia, paranoia seemed as if we were experiencing an ecstasy. Righteous truth developed from our own  blossomed fantasy. Unknowing our world of fantasies had begun alluring exaggerations The affectionate effects of  love left us the misery of hoping; Honest in her opinion she replies 'thanks' for my confession.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
The hidden confession
The Paranoia, paranoia seemed as if we were experiencing an ecstasy. Righteous truth developed from our own  blossomed fantasy. Unknowing our world of fantasies had begun alluring exaggerations The affectionate effects of  love left us the misery of hoping; Honest in her opinion she replies 'thanks' for my confession.
Yeah its short, but there is a reason for it. Italics signifies a meaning and the bold.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
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