stressed to the max that man has a three-dimensional face constructed outward from mother's bosom her chaotic warmth disturbing in every single way deep restrictive breath unresponsive overloaded devoted to appearances strangely detached lashing out emotional mosaic blended together slipping away this is when demons prey crossroad drawn into the core of forbidden fruit rotten a frantic escape normal striving for perfection never attained wanting knowledge 1000 miles per hour thoughts race erratic
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