Whatsoever stride that I prehend— feels such as an echo of the dead moreover burried sorely refuses to fade, classic and cold, as if time itself is staring at me with weary eyes. I, prevail to breathe in the grey space between logic nor a pressure of destruction. Between firmness nor fragility of a bleeding soul. Not to mention, on every breath I take, I be conscious of: Being a man is the art of surviving with caliginosity that threatens to engulf, yet still choosing to endure with lead-off person with the aim for held high and an unyielding fortitude in preparation of aggregate.

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( @MARRX's ) Apprehension of self-belief gagged by the notches of prejudice, extravagance belonging to an ephithet thence doesn't hunger to be cried out for. The classics are not about expensive lawsuits or sharp perfumes, but about how I stand in the medial of the cloudburst without hovering the involvements. Discourse toward it sullenness, yet the terrene would be wordless evenhanded to harken. Whatsoever scar on slough isn't a degradations, but an enhancement of MANHOOD: The documentation since I teem medial besieged, but never shipwrecked. “I do nowhere near the demand of recognition, for I carry journal and in it is the sombre history of every step I retain– taken.” A theory without blood and dust, tossed down by the bitterness of truism, milled with despair, then rising.

( HAIL-COURSE ) Despair of passage detour, stating facts that shrouded medial a wounds / All evidence attached that hooked-up hither ees, @MARRX's testimonials— Estranged. Moreover, yet dreadfully.. Thus all of an innacurate statements that marshal to claiming the attached evidence here as property are prohibited, stealing will be charged IDR, 500,000.00—

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Absorpt.. (I Am All Grimace /Rundown.) 📁
I, turned out to be brought forth from hush ᅠᅠ
of quietude, stamped by merciless phase.
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Inherent against the huggermugger of a eventide in an attempt to stares with compassion. / (" Stamped, presumption: Gift's Collections ") Masculinity is not about thewness, yet hereabouts afore courage to remain dignified in the betwixt of self—destruction.
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"Devouring solitude, exhaling an authority that needs no explanation." (December, 1988./ Exhalation: Sold Gifts.) I— am no hero in anyone's story, just a mettle trapped in a pneuma that's still enlightenment to feel.
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