Spells backfiring, does the truth not echo, does everything not happen according to science, to sequence and mathematics, but what if it shifted, the truth twisted into what it could be, what if you were this, your dick bigger by a few inches, if you weren’t a coward, a passing flower, if you dared to claim her, alone in a room, the law of probability, the nature of a human, or is it a prison, a grand architecture, deciding you'll never touch her, am I yearning, I don’t quite know, a hero on a quest, at the starting village, he doesn’t quite know what he lives for, the river flows in many directions, and I’m of the opinion, that all I really want is peace and death, honey in a jar, so many demons in hell, incorrect answers and wrong turns, if you loved them you would satisfy their spirit, copied and pasted, a never-ending dream, maybe the world is a grave and we’ve all made our peace, but the water ripples, the earth quakes, a hero looking to solve a problem, it couldn’t be me, I don’t even dare to fight a goblin, so close to Halloween, the veil is thin, my cup is waiting, a new moon, and a new season, the new year waiting on the horizon, the river flows, and there’s probably a natural conclusion, so many plot points, a nest by the river, and the world’s story, what happens anyways, because we live here, the earth bore our burden, the water goes deep, ripple and shake, the consequences, the price, I don’t see the need, but I’ll pay what I can, there's so many ghosts in this snake den, in the end it’s not my story, moon in the sky, I’m just a puppet dancing…

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