We're all prisoners of gravity. That edge-of-purview mastermind who's been pulling your strings of dopamine and depression triggers, making sure you straggle listlessly penny pinching for hope through life for that one day to be the one, isn't the blood-deprived demon oligarchical in sadism, the karma-starved angel monop…
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