There's something broken inside of me. And I wish you could heal. But it is like a poisoned thorn, if you manage to get a good grip the whole, hardly a scratch. Nor is it as something that is broken somewhere. If you could compose myself piece by piece, I'd be able to endure the pain with pleasure. It's ... it's hard to explain. It's like ... I think we all have a private site, located somewhere in the heart between the ventricles or the atria. It's like a small fort where you place the most intimate, most private of your soul. Perhaps this little stronger as you are doingMLXC
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