if I look back it appears like a bloody business of un earthening the dead and torn out pieces of corpses deteriorating to the last thread of existence. I have never visualized a life like that. But I know life can not be defined it comes to you and may you have to fit in the system so to say. I have seen myself getting deteriorated as if some incredible melting man having least in his hands. I really don't know where you can afford to see this stinking corpse having a pencil in his hands but what the hell this pencil will afford to do to come to the wishes of your heart I simply fear to think of . Any how have a nice time at your happening life.
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