Conflict is ultimately indecent as decent as it sounds, the might of support conduits the conducting likeness that allow them to procrastinate, in the joyous belittling of repetition. Their intuition spoiling the facades, shattering the glass, being their illusion illustrious in fruition and quick to inflict position. Never ending and inevitably picking apart the fabric of simplicity, it will only continue to decline. Wouldn’t you like to know what goes on in this little boys head, ya’know? Winning never mattered, he was blessed to be charming. Demon days lead him astray, cutting the power to the plug, like a thug he pursues his choices, for better or worse. ninety-nine on the mind, the damage he caused patronized any instigation that knowing lovingly, was never enough.

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