inception
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Each breathe is just another inhalation of these gas like fumes distributed to toy with the mind of the young.
Mind this matter, of mind over matter, to my mind that doesnt matter, in a state of mind unsure of the matter, between reality and insanity.
Insane, you are, Insanely you're too insane, insane to insanley admit you're insane.
