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Oh! The shimmer of strikingly bright star, the whisper of whooshing winds leaving the lands of unknown, gliding through the unprecedented storms, piercing through the belly of darkness, heading towards the lands of utmost vibrancy and alluringly cathartic optimism in a hope of beautiful life, awaiting impatiently for the daughter beyond loveliest from the lands of unknown. The naivety of her character is such that the queen from the unknown lands seems to appear perplexed and worried for such a fragile beauty, the purity of thoughts and originality are whose primary attributes, as she is completely aware of the unforeseeable storms and demonic creatures masked behind human flesh, eagerly waiting to pounce upon her and shred into tears the juvenile silhouette of the angelic daughter from the lands of unknown. The ancient tree standing still in the face of adversary and adversity since the era of Christ, and well-known for the conscientiousness of its thoughts and profoundness of the wisdom, also seems to whisper in the ears of his fellow trees as this intricacy of delicacy, radiancy of vibrancy, the epitome of greatness will be going to embrace eternal darkness in a hope to find joyful bliss. Ah! What a great irony and saddest misery it would be to witness such a brutal crucifixion of the loveliest daughter from the lands of unknown in the lands of ours known for its brutal storms. Ah! My heart aches and blood boils to fancy a hopeful soul in a hopeless body breathing her last in the lands of ours known for its inclination towards the feminine flesh, by crushing her feminine charm, leaving her astray for the years to come, to lament the moment she considered flying towards the lands of hopefulness and delusional charm.
The Loveliest daughter from the lands of divine
The brutal abortion of the aspirations of the loveliest daughter from the lands of unknown, brainwashed by the alluring charisma of the delusional lands of seemingly divine lands just like the native land of hers. She, dazzled by the pretentious glare left her soil and alas! became one of the grains of regret mingled in the barren soil of that brutal land, she always dreamed of flying towards. Ah! What a tragedy! What a greatest misery that the water of her pregnant dreams broke into the lands not known for feminine acceptance as a human but a mere flesh, and to the worst of it, what a profound suffering it's that instead of welcoming her with the her dreams that were in the third trimester as impregnated by her own well crafted notions regarding the seemingly feminine sanctuary always ready to embrace the feminine diversity with their masculine ambitions, she was welcomed with trauma and heartless murder of her child-- her future...
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