If you should be the gateway to the world, it always leads my written artfully decorated with you. The code to which I gave thee once to lead me, lead me to the purpose in mind to show me that I exist, not just one of those worthless characters have. Show me how it feels to be real, real Show me how it is to be enraptured by your mere presence. And I prove that I'm strong enough to accept error. Prove to me that mere strength is not sufficient, but only you can show me the rules of my gift of writing to pay attention so that I can always make sure my gifted in your being. Open for me the feeling that I had in previous Days missed, the feeling after I tried all the time. And if I should honor the code of one day as I adore your mark, then I have found the time to inform you that the ink is applied to the Scriptures, I should surrender my breath to you, to once again feel your strength and dignity to live. And like the last gasp to get lost in the exhaust gases of this dead world, believe that I have found my peace in my book, distort so much that even the notion of good and evil is .. I
'm not sleeping. Alone.
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