I was drowned into a single flask filled up with the remedy. I have no clue how to cure this love for me without hate or folly. Me from Myself — to vanish —. Golden springs never to tarnish, they flow and end up to the well. Me from the well — to escape —. It has to be free of any poison, because the most polluted waters are blackened by the seeking of power. Greed, to be abolished. Greed from myself, perish.
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