It is not because you are fractious it is because they make me angry you are wrong i am not willing to tolerate you unfair you sitting on the fence you quiet and also you have no idea what’s going on i will make things uneasy for you will not shut my mouth up the death of sanity the origin of contagion the miasma of recession paralysing vitality i wish you don’t change you don’t beautiful the moment you go extreme bipolar I’m exhausted but don’t feel like sleeping at all think it's red inapplicable two reds adjustable at your private manual typed by lesser mortals wandering in a cage open.
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