Perchance if I attain metaphysical perfection, the pretty lady from across the street will date me
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My imperfections seeps and festers, overrunning my being. She flees at the sight of me, knowing if only implicitly the horrors of my soul
I am the real theorytoe. The hacker resides on ak.kyaruc.moe. I did, however, forward this to the hacker