Towards a distorted end, the surface tension of the overflowing life is tense, bursting, boiling, and screams of unstoppable heaven.At the edges, an enraged invisible nature is manifesting.On the rope that looks like it’s about to break, I wonder if I’ll just hide and not waver. 8? Run through? The options seem like a trap Take a step forward, and you’ll never go back. You won’t regret it. The truth that will change reality, even if it’s cruel, will stain you. Disaster, taming the enlarged sins and grudges as you run through it. Just follow the voice. A heartless tone that I want to imitate.A heartless gong that I hope to hear.The unrefined bond that remonstrates the impurity nested in empty emotions is a graph that strikes a blow at the warm true feelings that are in conflict with the shattered and antagonistic borderline of right and wrong. A castle made of rubble is just to be repaired and decorated.Is it sin or punishment?Can I guide you?If I just stay there, I can’t stop looking at the wide open eyes that are two sides of the same coin, a cloudy future that’s crawling up to the top.Even if the swarm of love and hate swirls around, I’m carving it with Blaster. I want to punish myself until I break the chain of lamenting my ridiculous immorality as a fate I want to understand the courageous soul I want to destroy the desk show I want to taste the unrelated flow I want to understand the unrelated draw
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