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6 is so utterly obsessed that there is no existence beyond the singular desire burning in his mind and out of that ignorant myopic view comes a storm of confused rage which invites toddler to a similar course and i take all of this wrath over and over up and down the zeniths and nadirs until i'm shaking with frustration and trying not to take it out on them i would never hurt them but i will confess that there several moments passed where i thought i was insane or heading there quickly and that i might explode and die of stress but the awareness holding everything just so is powerful and by resting in the flames of hell i don't mean to say it is restful but that nothing needs to be done there is nothing to do
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