What is knowledge without power?
What is a body without volition?
What is a voice without confidence?
A long vessel to nowhere.
Almost - ever never
A treason against my heart. A travesty ignored by history. It was meant to be but not meant for me, I shriek again I shriek. O, abused will: my curst fate; if ever - ever never - was meant to sever, . What transgression is worse than one against than the abstract soul? Act against my body and I will heal with scars; act against my soul with all its ghostliness and I will ever suffer. Have you an idea as to how similarly hearts like ours beat? Hath the notion approached your soul or shan't it never? May this be an illusion of the mind?
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