Without every ounce of excellence.....any inapt idea capable of suffering.. it is you, only you... that I desire, feel, remorse, understand, and leave unforgivably. So unsubtle I regain every ounce of your compassionate capability. You're unstable, in denial, and incapable of ever feeling for another human being. Lost without the truth, that unbearable creep that I, undoubtedly reveal as my favorite destiny.
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