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It is what it is.
Born into this world.No sight nor sound no love.
The depths of hell.Left alone.
Prone to the clutches of the unknown.
Alive,yet entombed in the wrath of the beast.No
soul,just murky shades of life all around.
No emotions.
Just life.
The depths of hell.Left alone.
Prone to the clutches of the unknown.
Alive,yet entombed in the wrath of the beast.No
soul,just murky shades of life all around.
No emotions.
Just life.
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