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I will carve into the wood the face that haunts me. It creeps up on me in the middle of the night and gives me terrifying images of lands beyond here, but they are new exciting lands which are meant to be explored, and I will do so with gusto.
He is a spiky Pretzel. As a defense mechanism against the evil girl with no sense of socialization. LET GO OF HIS GOD DAMN HANDS YOU WHORE. I want his hands...
I will revolt against society, my parents, and all authority to my pleasing. They tyrate and toil and make out lives miserable to their very last breath. But... despite the hate, it comes from love, and we must learn to love back, through the rage.
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