Fear Door
The contract is the air being deflated.
The existence of the gravity.
Unraveled, Does that mean I cannot ask for anything?
I WONT. I DON’T.
Yet, the aura is just a theory U TAME.
Speaking the tongues U STILL CLAIM.
SHAME ISNT IT!
Therefore your mind produce less clear answers before sponsoring thought. But that’s little from the BIG things U Bought. Do U care what your children do when U send them out to play. Yeh, lets just live for a brighter day.

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