This is my ceaseless, relentless passion. Not sorrow. The games. The girl in the room with her lispy quarantined pain. Human hatred.

I will continue to ignore and dissolve relations for some time.

Red stings my eyes.

Dis`il*lu"sion*ment (?), n.

The act of freeing from an illusion, or the state of being freed therefrom.

 

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