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We split from the perils of the past and claim germs of future for fun. The wind blows like a whistling to emptiness and incidents inspire history to repeat the fun of cruelty casually committed without trespassing honesty. Cruelty measures our rage for infinite pain, we call life a simpler design deleting dreams in terms of arms and opinions suspending tongues that answer our curious bones of depth. This story is impartial as the sunlight, communicating with fearlessness of infertile destiny, here there is no word ever heard.

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