Who the hell are you? to tell me what I can and cannot do. You are an enigma in itself you will never figure yourself out. Simply because you do not want to, and you are nothing but a lost rock in the sand, burried under all the grains where one and none will ever find you, you are just as gone as the broken sea shells that wash a shore where as they wash away soon after, you are gone, and non existent.
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