FableThere once was a lone wolf in the woods. He had been hungry for a long time. He came upon an injured wolf. The injured wolf asked "will you please help me? On one side of this forest there is a family of harts, on the other there is a large flock of sheep, and both will let you join them. If you help me I will show you where they are." The lone wolf replied "Show me where these places are first, so that I know you are not only trying to get me to help you for nothing." So the injured wolf showed the lone wolf where the family of harts lived, and where the flock of sheep lived. Once the lone wolf knew where both places are he decidFable
failed expiriementThe joke was me, and the blow of the punch line was a burden that not even the strongest of villains could withstand. a barrage that was more like a barricade as the words hung there in the air like bricks ready to crash upon any unsuspecting insect. The truth resembles more dagger than bullets, the daggers show more. I was broken and hemorrhaging like a broken lava lamp but the wax will never fill the cracks, long before they have the chance I will shatter. My shrapnel a magnificent cascade of self-destruction. Seeing it may have at one point been able to lift my damndable sunken soul, but now my time has nearly elapsed and all I'm left withfailed expiriement
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as we speak --- soilwork
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as we speak --- soilwork
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