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Bitter staccato

Mighty vent for a meek soul... can't survive the ocean ridge. Essence lost in the interlingual rendition, brushed off to the nook of darkness, blight by the disease of poignancy, now awaiting the final demise to infinity. Elevate each day to choke and crumple but it ends today I declare it to... no more dying I am beat today.

In the mystified nous of mine I can't interpret the look today so I quit and rest, for tomorrow the muddiness will endorse again. And maybe I will depute again to cleanse the asinine someday but that day is not today. It would someday be the day when I'll be brave and insane to endeavor... but that day is not today.
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