Duality in deep to indeed.

When you got angels of torment like blisters that bond's under your skin, to an illness that sickening', and yet your name is not James... It is not sky fall: and yet, not impossible to remembering from past to present. And will always be fresh, the deed's that is embedded have had been fermented do reek of it is very pretentious and poisoning. I do ask why it exists... At list your good to others, mostly who did you fool, yet I do believe Change is permanent, I do hope so and we all do care for your well bieng🙇🏻‍♂️

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