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I do not believe in happiness. Yes I believe in loving freedom is absent. In the sabotage that supports the apex of an involuntary smile. In the fog that covers us with rain and misfortune, the premise of a coercive remedy, film, natural break. On the blackboard, the rogue teacher of kindergarten, my mother heating up the oven to bake the cake, you and me in any quadrant, with no moral dynamic of harassment, baby that was what I never had. The ability to bear the property of pure human unconscious.