Cursed (G) # Comments

It seems to me that out of a zillion people I'm picked to suffer, pulling just a little back on this projected dome, thinking none of them can do damage: being flushed down as waste.

Beliefs as factual not yet seen or mere fiction, hanging about things ready to jump upon me; ask myself does it really matter: find my mind lost dwelling in the state of dark walls.
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