If I had a soul, I'm quite sure it'd be sucked out by now. Alas that I don't, and neither do the young men to whom I sold their weekly dose of chemical strength. Doesn't that make things seem so much emptier? More room for the more important things in life, perhaps.
Supposing I did have a soul, it'd be bruised, too, by the long silence from my dearest family members. Sasuke, Itachi, tell me something I've not heard before.
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