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My mind woke but my body had felt torn up and weak, It was difficult to see. I felt born as a clumsy idiot. As I sprung to my feet to find myself in the ditch I had lowered mys
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Forget everything.
For all has been redefined. My disease it nothing more than who I am. He is my trademark, he is my system, he is the disease I believe is final. Perhaps, -
I am the voice in your head, the words you read to yourself. Whether it be inspirational or a crime. And these words could support you, help you.
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Chapter 1
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You will start to realize that the trigger is your goal, or perhaps theirs.
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Chapter 1by Exo 3800 words, 1 comment, on Sep 22 9:47 AM 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Depression, Other, Spiritual -
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