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Ghosts haunted even the most infinitesimal pore of my countenance; metamorphosing every bit of righteousness enshrouding my soul; into a carcass of gruesomely unforgivable nothingness,

Wolves diabolically pounced upon me from every conceivable side; excoriating my sensitive flesh apart into a billion pieces; before eventually devouring me for nocturnal supper,
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