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who would have ever imagined the desolation that you hold upon hurting people, its nothing more than simple transaction played through at a constant speed, now that I know you will never be my magic monochrome of red that i pleaded for you to be, i will rest assured that no body will ever stab me with their knife deeply as you have, you, my angel of default have been defeated, i don’t suppose that you have a reason to carry through with the faults that fell upon your rock solid heart