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The soul , is plank of wood , that has been drfting at sea called the world, back ,...and forth
it is suddlenly picked up , this thing that has picked it up , this thing called , Truth , looks at the soul , right at it , hard , like its mad. It takes some nails , these nails , they have manny names , love , hate , pain , fear , lonelyness , and ect and ect. It thean , takes a hammer, this hammer , is called life , and thean "truth' begns , to lightly hammer the nails into the wood , and every no and thean , "truth" will begen to vilolently hammer the nails into the wood, the wood called soul. so that the soul , will be remined to these things that the nails have., and they keep getting hammerd in , over and over again , intill the soul understands these things , but even with understanding , the soul , stays strong , and dosent fall apart , even when its full of holes and nails. it conintinues to defie truth , and life.