Fed up, under the threshold, I remain motionless, lifeless, without the strength to continue blocking the indelible axis of this cunning disloyalty. And I will try again; Parrhesia forces me.
doctorpoet
Fed up, under the threshold, I remain motionless, lifeless, without the strength to continue blocking the indelible axis of this cunning disloyalty. And I will try again; Parrhesia forces me.
doctorpoet
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