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Draw them into your psychosis. But only the pleasant parts, if they exist. Or rather, the bittersweet parts that breathe peace over the troubled mind. Those parts that wake the complacent soul, reviving it with that fine crafted pain that beauty years missed instills.
Let it flood our senses, wake us from our soul-slumber. We need that rare sense of life.
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