this place exists on jumbled ideas and feelings of dis-satisfaction. Paint cannot cover the blood on these walls. I can't grasp this dream, I can only hide it, cloak the other and smother you. force fed lies of a meaningful life full of riches, treasures and fame. Fed the idea that love is the ultimate comfort and pleasure. With each dying
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