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Naruto 2

Ok.... Anyway, I hope this does not crash at least in 3 paragraphs....

Gaara is character we all know for the fact he was lonely and hurt, so he wanted to repay back and saw the world as black and white where one lives for themselves. This is so relatable, because the world be like that. Naruto made connection with him, since they can relate. Naruto's way of life rubbed on Gaara. In ultimate ego centric way of existence, there is nothing but constant destruction. Gaara understands it deeply, so he abandons it for hope, for ability to enjoy something longlasting

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Second paragraph. The idea of dreams and the world of virtual reality, the project tsukoyi no me can become like that, in the real world we have AI and nuclear synthesis. So that means, humans are capable of having ego centric fantasy in virtual reality with contemporary driven energy consumptions using nuclear energy. i ask you IF THIS IS EVIL if it benefits you or if its evil from authenticity? SIGH

it crasehs every fucking time. FUCK THIS PLACE

Third paragraph. Just think of these two examples and think of what I said in previous lines. Ignore the video of me sleepin'.

the daredevil noir comics are honestly some of my favorite comics I've ever read to this day

reread daredevil noir again. “home is a prison i carry in my head” WHY DID HE SAY THAT

Believe in Me

I told them:

.

I had believed I was a messenger of

Heaven;

I still believed I see

Devils on my mirror;

I can believed that my

Beliefs hold me, and I speak beyond my blood

And colour—an organ, carrying my identity with it, pumping my life and no

More than it that.

.

I was made of flesh, born, and see the basin carrying water

To be baptist as newborn under the cross,

Under the view of my

Religion. I assumed, it was

Like many others I witnessed as young kin

Of church.

.

And older, a day, a month, a year, in another country later:

Icy-veins I felt from the fingers to my arms, to my toes, frozing in untangilabe scare, alone

In my dark, dark room.

I was 12, weeping and thought:

I wished my hesrt to resist, let it be stone

So I would not cry, to simmer my anger out

Why not!?

.

It rejects

I reject it:

And heart pounded, my tears

Crinkling from my eyes, hanging off my eyelids

Down, down, to the floor

To my

homely

floor.

My throat chokes

I cannot keep it still.

.

My mind reeled to a story of a memory

I hoped to think I truly do hold dear: My silly mistakes, my promises,

My lies,

My childhood: I was living

Off the floor, a computer and I was

Everywhere, nowhere, but grounded

In my little corner of the

Room.

.

Don’t let me forget you, child.

.

Forget to pray, to beg, to be arrogant,

Be nothing but the silence you permeates

Around you.

.

Don’t forget this lesson, child

You born under the cross,

Once aquianted with the church every Sunday

At mass

And now you see yourself not

A follower

But a lover of arts

And a hyprocite of your religion,

Learning alongside them

And you see it, oh yes,

So close and you are there;

So far and you are the only one here.

.

Be still my beating heart.

.

It asks, “What are you, if nothing

But a walking dead?”

.

I believed to be an animal, a person,

Speaking, recognizing, engaging,

Walking on two feet.

.

It asks again, “Are you true?”

.

Again, I told them:

.

I believed because the rest of me

Can cry,

Can twinkle my toes,

Can laugh,

Can hate,

And love.

I can move and heart,

My dear heart, the holder of my being: “You are alive.

And I am alive.”

.

I can think, therefore I am here. I am living as you,

and

you as me.

It's deepexe event! We draw .exe in the form of sea creatures!

Ive learned something today.

If you sit and do nothing, nothing will happen.

Hondo

Webby: That's sweet.

Louie: Yeah yeah...

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