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I hadn't known all my life. I hadn't smoothly come of age. It was brave to hearken to wise words, but it was passively craven from the heart of all my hearts. I was surged down by the burden of taking up the fight; the pressure of fighting amiss the steel and stone and the people that utilize them.

The commotion of my childhood dubbed me a very heavy heart. The reasons for all this were ambiguous and a manifold; too numerous count. I was a dogmatic idolator, my beautiful mother - a shining idol - and I was played like a puppet: coitus was sordid and upon such I embedded my faith. She had sparkling whims of religion and of life.
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