this time is different. My heart has finally stopped beating and the world has revealed itself. But I am winning an imaginary race that ends in nowhere. My heart condition's
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status quo, Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities
creeps rejected the status quo, Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and
