well it turns out that i do have something to say. my tresure inside my chest is broken, and slashed into tiny pieces. what a world, a world where love can be utopia, and the darkest abyss in the universe. why must god be so cruel, i know that everything is a test, but how far cen i stretch? how far can i go, before i say hault. i can't go on, but
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