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Nameless narrations before artificial condemnation, my situation
fearing the unspoken path among the tokens of my tainted past.
Created diversions my unwanted conversion, consuming perversion
still, I chose neither meek or discreet, can’t repeat unwilling to delete.
The crowd is what a fool believes redemption a tease! if you please
aroused? ruckus rubbish never admit you will submit to foolish wit.
They’ll call out the deeds unseen in your twisted version of the dream
upon death a choice not mine, the true from the shadows in due time.

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