suddenly something surfaces from deep inside this semblance. my soft tongue bleeds silent sarcasm of simplicity. certain feelings find serenity suffocating in my soul but yet i still strain to voice scintillating substance sparingly for society. if my words lose something in translation i'm sincerely sorry for my shortcomings. i take stake surmising sizzling situations for these feelings to suppress. something about this less spacious vestibule sparks this silence to creep forward. i no longer feel insecure by this insatiable thirst to segue my thoughts into tangible sanctities. i feel liberated, set free. i hope to seduce similar students of this subject into submission. i would never insinuate but i must say that i speculate a sinister demon in me strangling my satirical essence, persuading it to succumb to this steadfast science. i'm stuck still searching for the suitable syllables that can suffice this circumstance. and yet i find some strength speaking so discreetly about my sanity because i find solace knowing my secrets do not fall on deaf senses. stable standards of spoken word contradict my style. yet samples of my work give glimpses that special scenarios in my life have transpired.

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