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Eddifacation
Usually used in such a possitive way. Guess there is always an exception. The last three days have been like that. Irratation and emotion never leaving in sleep like normal. Only settling in me, creating sludge and much. It pollutes my ind, my body. Slowly but surely the effects are turning mental to physical.
What I would love to allow it to pour from my flesh. A pointy release, a prick relief. But there is them. Those people that have pushed me to the edge, yet plead when I think to jump. Hillarious it is, the minds of the sinful saints. They love to hate on the hated lvoe. Dearly, you ar ebeloved, and that saves you from me. Leave me be, I wish to fly; but you’ve clipped my wings with rusty spoons, you dug out my down, my muscle, bone, life, freedom, soul. I gave you that power, and you used it. Congrats, Oh great one. My Pharroh. My Voodoo priest. You broke your concubine, your bitch. What now?
It lives, mangled. It dies, after death. Do you care? Was that your goal? No, I see it now. I’m the one over reacting. The one flipping out over nothing. Because everyone does that you do right? Thinks of few, before many. I guess I thought I was special to you. ONe of a multitude. Chosen. No? Guess that was just you to me. Sorry, my mistake.
