Walk slowly.
                
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no more fiddling, no more pannicing; we're near the end. ow well kudala kwatshiwo. all we can do now is live wile we're still alive and worry about the abysmal sky later. good work -nkuja

 
                     
                
poet wish to the beautiful sky up above Or the unknown of the abyss We all have the right to commit suicide Do et it...