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| Tallying it all up. |
Positivity will shepherd you into oblivion, its a mere concept. Enough to be hidden within my care.
One by one, you'll be taken care of. To be valued to what you're actualization of the soul wants to be incubated within.
A vessel, an object. Immortalized in admiration.
Sweet commodities.
Positivity that will coddle you, keep you stuck within a cycle of your ID and suspend your superego.
Do not fret now, for you are in my care. You're safe. Even with many eyes on you, gazing, you are safe.
Sweet commodities.