Reality May Sting or Mend
Hello grand new view. What brings you to such a dull disposition? Is it the wild unknown? Is it the vast conquered human nature? How have you been summoned? A plague realized you must be, and a faint signal I must send. Just like a child I embrace you; only to feel no brace in response. I miss the inspiration you bring. I miss the statute on which you rest. No laws remain that slip and falter. No cast can pierce the craven spread. As a union we do falter, and bring together what elders mend. It's disconcerting and uninstalling, that you and I are mortal men.
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