To be at peace is to stop. Silence ensues, I promise. To reach nirvana is to go. Nothing will ever be the same, I’m sorry. To be in the middle is to die for. Open grave. If I ever trigger tranquility I will devourer it, digest it and never speak of it ever again. Disappointment reigns dominant, thus this is the winter of my detest. I detest the
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