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I can't be sure if these things are mood music, or salves for healing, or expressions of pains recently felt or soon perhaps to be known. I only know they seem to work. Enjoy, or... something... as you may.
I have known sin. I know better. Yet perfection is not yet mine. Of the thousands, millions, billions, of faces I have and will yet wear, know that the only face that matters is the one we might share. Belief? Irrelevant. Those who deserve better will not be here when my time to shine is nigh. You really are the only mystery worth solving.
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