64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

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