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Was that far and don’t needless.
has become that near and plausible.
And I don’t  can remember those mood.
But the world of parade emotion upon fake feel already still don’t need to me.
and I don't see the gate. It was always near, but now it's not.
enchanted by human warmth you name?
only that warmth is the fever with a rave.
they really care about how to pronounce the sounds.
they're seriously hoping they don't die.
and I'd go back to where I came from,
but I can't see the gate.
I can't remember the mood
far away and unnecessary, it's just about where I am now.
It's all so believable.
and I would believe it if I didn't know the value of that warmth.
I might not even remember it tomorrow morning.
The unconditional expectation of tomorrow morning is a local life skill.
You're getting the hang of it. This world belongs to you.
it's gonna sound pretty weird.
no doubt about it.
Did you retell the tale of Bao Yu, the extra wamn in the masonry of the firmament? That jasper fell out and rolled under the bed. a heated kan is not a bed. and no.
but why should we be conceited and pretentious? Let's be a literary character.
But I'm not white jasper, I'm obsidian.
How pathetic. You won't remember what you were like, that's why it's local soot.
Admit it already, you just like the big people huddle.
Well, I'm human, and I'm very human.
You won't find a way out of here because you don't want to.
 And you should want to. It's a really tedious hassle.

it's about the lyrical hero. All coincidences are coincidental.
Who the hell is a lyrical hero? You've learned how to excuse, and there's nothing more to learn.
It's time to get out of this wonderful mess.
they'll have thoughts on it.
I have no doubt about it.
Mr. Talking Sock, your revelations are strange.
more how?
enought