• Oxygen, small portion of this air I breathe. Circulate, the specks of substance from machinery are deadliest. Unrest courses. You're it, I'm it, They're it, We're out. That's the entanglement I strive for. All I wanted was an affluent core, the covering layers can be peeled away in time overdue. As I'm idle, I still include all. I can't say anymore for the networked jerks connections may have been made with.

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