Can't I be successful? Can't I have any success? Tell me, dearly force, how to commute. How to play these silly parts. How it is to command. Better, give me the nighttime and the blind paths it carries. I will stumble and be bitten. As I deserve and want. It's how I want it. I want to be under the embedding of a new way of living. Give me that. In return I will give you the lasting of its produce. Do not want the effortless. Rather, I want the ephemeral of happiness. In a blink, to feel it and lose right after.
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