You constantly dun me into a whirlpool with your drivel, as if you had elapsed that I have my own élan to abide by. Regardless of how corpulent your annotations were in regards to what we were sprouting. Either way, life is an inexhaustible circle, you said it yourself that you were just another denizen to this world amongst the unbounded amount. Instead of you providing me a jovial atmosphere you fetched a disconsolate aura. But the Herculean hackneyed I love you brought a hiatus into my heart. Let is be said, let it be done. The implicit words are no match for your inauspicious proceedings. For I am no longer a servant of your words.
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