no name you've been given has any history. it's a filthy slate. no calls or cards. no amount of grasping and fiddling can prove it any further. needlessly incessant on making the name. to know what you could have been was never possible. how good of a person you could be. a heart grows and beats for others. you'll never have one. know that your mark in this world is uneasiness. they all cringe at the thought of spending life with you.
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