It’s 8 years ...exhausting ...it’s no draft ever allowed ...you stand on the stage I watch you walk...to say words. It’s just the same swords, you cannot move, you cannot breath, you cannot think, you cannot act...your audience is what you built against you by the minute or the seconds...you cannot see it, I have to tell? Dead man chest or strangers tide?
Babaji: it’s made right.
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