Who wants to know what comes out from the party's mouth when it ony cuts corners off rooftops swinging, unnecessarily streaming just to pick out a part meant to reconnect and rethink the dialect they scream. Is it a primal vision you see? or a fixture of benefits and disorganizational skills with your name on it? Or did you find out the secret that you must die at the right moment to live forever? Because that is no secret anymore. This is a word from our endless glorification that leaves us stagnate.
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