Just try to underestemate my pain of flow and i will go through the door
which the soul will feel the darknes in my self inside,and i will burst
from my shell and destroy your knawladge of me,thinking that you know
me,but in fact you know only my shynes and not the darknes in me,
i try to be polite but this time you went to far,and i dont have any reason
to hold me back, know i must use the fire and destroy all your desire of
hurting me ,by a simle talk which will meant more than brutal fist in your
face.
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