No.
No No No.
I had thought that the truth would revoke-
Your deep-
Your so crazed obession that you couldn't even say.
No.
No. That wasn't ever your favorite-
Letter combination, was it?
No No No.
The urge you had was so-
Foul. It was like you could taste it.
I mastered the art of it.
Your so take on what I-
Why do you think I always listened?
Did you actually think that-
No.
That I was admiring you?
No No No.
For what is.
Is not-
No.
For what happened-
For what happened to us.
The truth from an old folk once said-
Those who speak shall receive.
Yet life perceptions cause famine to those who-
Lie.
Spoken yet.
Spoken see.
For what lies below-
Shall be concieved.
For what we know shall-
And will remain spoken to all.
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