From the depths of my cacophonous soul. Sunday, 8 March 2015. Within the confines of its imprisonment. That Life strapped it to. Trapped as it was, under the mortal debris of cells. That was pruned and conditioned as she grew. Into believing that all this was the Key to a happy life.

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