Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned, as I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned? And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue, thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun. All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone. Can't this wait 'till I'm old, can't I live when I'm young? प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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