I,
(This piece of shit; worthless, drunk)
Think of nothing but shape of hive.
“What is a hive? ”
You ask and I, the mud in rain, collapse and fall.
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Human desires an not be satisfied. They drive people nuts and, suffer and suffer till one dies. Only solution is to tame one's own desires in a spiritual way.
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Human desires an not be satisfied. They drive people nuts and, suffer and suffer till one dies. Only solution is to tame one's own desires in a spiritual way.