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Beginning Tied to Its Ends


The marks we are born with connected to the veins implanted creation of unity of a whole entitled son. Creation defined as a connection from the sole to the other. Ballots sequence the gesture of communication and validation to laws. As one we seek flaws, Preventing the wrongs are the examinations entitled polls; In turn we are our own demise to such fine lines. The details of wreckage is shown in plain sight the reason for death the length of unlimited life, Now knowledge of truth is not of this generation but advantages to infinte youth: We want fights and healthy lives, but with rights we bring into light what we can speak amongst those we barely meet.
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