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SicknessI have a sickness that I don't have the cure for. I don't know how it infected me. No prescription at the store matchs this sickness that lingers within me. Killing me every inch I step. No symptoms, No signs. The only thing rotting is my mind. I think I know the cure, But not quite sure how to secure it. Until the day I can retrieve the cure, I'm going to have to keep dying.Sickness
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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