I reap what I sow.
Oh. i rather be digging a shell scrape everyday then to go through this. Take me out of this place. I hate it. I abhor it.
My threshold for pain or discomfort is ridiculously low. Laugh at me. Mock me. Or whatever for I shall falter non stop to pain. But I will keep walking straight. Dead or alive, is another question.
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