D depth of a man's soul can not b measured in a matter of meters N fathoms, but rather it is in my opinion only qualified by approximatin to heaven n hell. I was in such a state that I ushered myself past d town tavern, bursting into scenes of d sounds of laughter n drunken people playing. Had it only been a different night, a different place, a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub. The events that transpired there would never have even begun to be grasped by d feat. I could only ask if anyone outside that place had a clue when d exclamations of mirth became d desperate screams of d helpless, beggin for their very lives
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