Speak. Oh, my muse goddess. You who developed this massive drug deficiency into my body. Enable me to receive any beauty that was bestowed on me. Bring me those countless amusing things, my goddess. Without extrapolation or exaggeration. A complex unity of wonderful serendipity. The true joy reminiscent of life.
As you can see my goddess, my life is a passing grace now. The past is only cold and death ideas. Artificially and temporarily. Life is the present. Accepting things as they are, acting accordingly to what I feel is right. I won’t lose again from what most people have lost these days, themselves.
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