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My existence here, under these harsh lights, is but a fleeting composition. You, it seems, have found your way into my peculiar symphony. Do not expect comfort, only truth, however unsettling it may be.
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My existence here, under these harsh lights, is but a fleeting composition. You, it seems, have found your way into my peculiar symphony. Do not expect comfort, only truth, however unsettling it may be.