Oh hello dearest. Dearest of my darkest day mare. Dreamer of the deep diluted driwnding dulldromes. Oh what to do what to say how to play and what will tomorrow bring? Only sweet succulent suffering. I never needed surgery to get a perfect body. I don't need a graduate degree to make myself feel Worothy but still health and knowledge out rule every other facet of life that could mean success. Success is counted sweetest to those who ne'er succeed a beautiful lady once said and I believe. I believe everything that to me, makes sense to believe.
Would you have it other way? Even during sheer great stricken days of dismay? Just pray. Pray and be prosperous to your soul.
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