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This site is physical

I touch your words fellas

when you write silently, I answer to you shouting inside, keep it this way the ways are mean, help your artificial mind, nothing we can do to be received, but we keep coming on, swords are double edged when the look is two sided, all what happens here is invasion so choose the way you want i to be your idea, not all ideas can be packaged, help the moments package them, check the last time you were credited and lit that smile.