I found another sufferer underneath the debris. He had no face but the same symptoms as me. Weak and feeble, but strong enough to endure. So diseased there is no cure. Inside your insanity (vanity) and pride. The very thing for which you give your life, It cuts you like a knife. The only one to blame is you, Because your hiding from the truth.
And I changed my veiw. (I changed my veiw.) So make this your amends and try to start again.
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