I've tasted my own blood; and liked it;
A quarrel is a cloud compared to the condemning battles that exist of fire and and worse that lead to morphism.
I love fire.
Don't doubt that; it's blue part in particular; for it's pure ferocity.
Anyways we all have this stack of vengeance we desire;
Sometimes against the very walls meant to first support us.
It is one of the most alphabetical; mathematical; and scientific formulas; plus; ultimate self control not to act on that.
It's a mystery of life.
One we witness every day; we take as visualizations of fog rising and blocking our view.
Your view is your return.
Grow on that, bitch!
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