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I bury cerebral polka dots, and I thrive in most new restrictive schematics, yet I wish earnestly, that she invents her own kind of freedom, and I vacate my lungs during turbulence, but I cannot really accept peace, while I recognize this squirrelly depth everywhere, and I log babble, rounded to the most neutral aphorism, into an electronic shelter mirage, yet I feel these old chains loosening up.

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