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Opening The Wounds of Endless Agony's Night
HUMANS talking about HUMANS doing HUMAN things like HUMANS. Yonder upon yonder within yonder I try to forget that which transpired, but others were willing in a state of not, endlessly tormenting me with thine bullying tactics. Agony. Nice delicious agony, more tempting than the flesh, THAT is what they want. Their beloved pain unto others. Opening a wound that was healed in a place that did not concern them. Pain. Have you ever been possessed by rage for so long that your hypertension prevents you from slumber? The world of dreams in which you alone cannot access through the gates of desire? That is I, endlessly in a state of rage embroiled agony, the pain being miserable once again. Twisted and filled with the insanity are the bullies, those which punishment points only a blind eye toward as they cause more pain filled with their beloved violation.
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