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You want a piece of me to see, from the flesh of me, a flesh from within me no one’s ever seen, not me, nor the mother or the lovers of me. A piece that will have been me but then no longer me, instead a synecdoche of me, or possibly metonymy, a figure of speech of me, in contiguity or association with me, a part for the whole of me, a sliver that once was me, so you might perceive the end of me. "Note: Sorry I went overboard with this one, but bear with me. Sorry it went back to me again. Sorry again."
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Woah dude... This is just wow.
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Enok Mayeny
@JENOVA JACKSON CHASE ahahaha I know right.thank
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
@Enok Mayeny welcomeee...
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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