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can i call her your name?
this beast, named the will to live, will awaken soon and come rumbling out of a cavernous womb. it will prowl, ravenous, through the daytime hours of clouds and sun and wind. it will devour everything, leaving nothing to lose, nothing will be left unwanted. and i hate this slimy animal, this fiendish beast. it is my beast friend, my best friend, living chained in my breast. and i want none of it, but it has to escape or i do not live. it is alive, live, livery, liven, liver.


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