the simplest of things.

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do you know why things are the way theyy are? why, or how come you like the things you do? because. absentence.

you should be thankful you're alive..! like a master allowing their sex slave suckle on their cock. the pleasure is numbing, to say the least. and.. there's. nothing. you, will.. do.. about-it~! to say more is a waste of my breath.

are you geting it? absentence!! IS THE OUTLINE! TO HAVE NOTHING IS TO HAVE A BLANK SHEET! INK!! INK!! ...to trap a two-dimentional being, draw a sqaure around them.. do I have to say it? do it. cause what else! IS THERE, BUT ACTION!!???????

pain.. pain was supposed to be the title of this chapter. but why? because all it takes, is pain. love can be apart of it, and pure love is painting the sheet all black. same thing, but another form.

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