For the want of not trying, fabrication held to my treasons word, like many in a time of our neglected sparing thoughts of suggestion, man has need to complicate in the ever-whim or fragile stance for reliance; undone we mend to succeed in making a impassively action uneasy: be the at your own, live to the surrounding you find with comfort, at any lack of reason with confrontation, the anxiety you helplessly bring to the fore, by obscuring to the implicated, has our demeanor on show, the telling in you, to have sanity of a ‘love’ and adore for all the rest.

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