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No more stress is a request for rest progress is a mess no less easier to be the best. the concept of inner peace is a construct of the destruction of self. To be loved is a blessing yet does it truly last forever.. these tears no one sees it seems like an eternity to be comfortable and comforted by anyone with no motives. self annihilation on a daily basis no biases in self hatred. alone we are until we are not.
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