Is it too late to make a mends? Is my universe compromised now? Will my citizens malfunction in their next lifetime? Will you continue to run the gauntlet, skating on the contours of my face causing an avalanche on my pores? Suffocating facade and striping me to bare my all, forcing me to walk along the cold street markets where thieves and murders reside.  

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