Oddity, what a commoner's life is infested, ambivalently fussy... Yeah, to stalk and peep from different angles to quench this thirst, the condition for what is taken as 'love' 'trust', the emaciated delicate sentiments.
Found me completely now? Or yet to go through the same? Wish it's the former, for the latter this scavenger is stripped naked, got nothing sort of scintillating scrap for you now.
Have mercy, please, for not drawing up another limbo for this crude heart that wishes to harden into its own rather than trying to mould into another shape in vain.
Thanks, got your words and be it so ever! How possible, the highest bloated illusion it has carried on, from like thou... Please let it rest or freak now!
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