A swarm of fright this message certainly is. Deserved an angel, you received much the opposite. Them, they specify hope, and I look for the solemn path, of logic. A plague is what has become of this situation. Focused only on you, angel of marvel. You and this child with dreams in his surroundings. The one, the trouble, imposed on a common path. Myself, reluctant, on a road no one has bothered looking for. Martyrdom, only an overlooked monogram, for escape, the only choice.
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