Confusion, lies; triumphant for the boring type. A cynical master of jets and I’m left humbled and medicated, watching out for my health while I look around and I wasnt the only sinking. What else but, confusion lies, then some type of resolve.
Is that the cycle? The world moves too fast to not put a time permiter on it. Yes, and uh; whose the best at it? Configuring and I can’t take that spot.
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