Fighting, the reason, but its so fun, to bleed. I am trying to shake the disease. Am is, a legitimate ,for me, to fail again? A thousand years of love, painted, ten thousand faces. Strangers, in a, digital, landslide. Cumming, for you, a liar's load, a trillion times. What do, I need, in order, for you to see. Am I, shaking, the habitual, disease
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