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Where are the beliefs of truth filled delight? The thought of joy, that overwhelms, when the charge of spinal joy raising from within. Or are the memories of which I carry, a dream that has never existed? Have I created a pleasant lie, that will explode when reality strikes? If such, carries truth, these and more questions raised, while listening to the hate spat upon us, then I am the bastard of my own delight. A title that I carry with pride.

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Where are the beliefs of truth filled delight? The thought of joy, that overwhelms, when the charge of spinal joy raising from within. Or are the memories of which I carry, a dream that has never existed? Have I created a pleasant lie, that will explode when reality strikes? If such, carries truth, these and more questions raised, while listening to the hate spat upon us, then I am the bastard of my own delight. A title that I carry with pride.