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Abraham Lexington: ~pov~

Of earlier days, I maunder, appostated to the Catholic beliefs I once was entrenched in.

And when recrudescence sullplants the objurgating memories, I coward, cadaverously.

Implacable of mind, restlessly tiring of my days of existence. Accompanying sorrowfully with my grievous griefs.

Hedged about as so would be an wild animal, gnawing at the very lucid layers of reality, til it bleeds rapidly.

Of tears I know not of, they fail me. A lost plot, I am, lacking empathy, remorse, and sympathy. And as so, I remain byzantined.

Culminating to the very peak of human ability, to surpass all impossibility. Til yet I am fully unadorned of possibility.

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