I have arms made of splintered glasses.
Don't hold me, dear.
I wouldn't want to harm you, dear.
I'm feeling quite tired. Today has been quite alright.
Apart from my little stop toward the evening and during.
Fine now.
Meh.
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Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.
Please, join on this trail of madness.
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