Primitive obsession

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Neither reality nor dream, Between the moment of awakening, he would go down and the soul from the world comfortably like.

It does not release such as zebra was sharp fangs to bite in the Lion, the feeling that can not do anything that captures the soul.
No, I'm not,,. More fundamental sense,,. Deeper, so, this is the memory of the soul,,. Soul of our lasting memory I have deeply entrenched in the gene.
In that sense, I entrust the life and death before the world was a single-cell gene in the primitive sea, with the power of soul, nothing is possible in the overwhelming power of the great sea.
Sense that the three days and three nights, along with the low-grade fever attacked me in the soul an indelible memory of our organism,.
I only have the world bow down in front of the overwhelming power of this can not do anything,,. No beauty. But there is overwhelming the world,,,.

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