Title: Необов'язково

Text: That fate which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face, the infection which poisons our love. This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing. Pity comes too late, turn around and face your fate. An eternity of this before your eyes! Кожен абзац буде тестом.

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