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I begin quite violently in my mind
Imagining long route of tortures to vulnerable living souls Except none too vulnerable to deceive Only staying too true to themselves Or perhaps their intact sanity pushes them forward and leaving me behind Still imagining the sweet tortures that never happened.
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