They had all been drilled fearlessly into fragmented emotional crybabies as if they always wanted that as a fundamental characteristic. Shadows of drilled personality deeply carved into their faces, cheating themselves from a beautiful life standing intuitively firm supporting a rainy lifetime in the mist of sorrow. Overlooking the familiarity squeezed into patterns of un-sharp lines in their promiscuous faces of pain, forgetting normality as the perpetuated dress glistening wetness through an iridescence of feelings.
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