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Во мне нет ничего святого

Komi-san wa komyushou desu

Pop-Punk, Post-Hardcore, Metalcore, Screamo, Midwest-emo

For the love of all that is holy in Gensokyo, for the love of the gods who moved to this world for the sake of self-preservation. I implore you, nay, beg of you, beesech you to remember, call to mind, and recollect your previous thoughts so that whenever you have feelings of discomposure, disquietude, presentiment, misgiving, consternation and abbhorrence, dismay, recreancy, perturbation, pusillanimous, or whenever you break out in a cold sweat and tremble uncontrollably in dread, always remember happy day. I implore you to recall from your past expierences the feeling of contentment, optimism, jubilation, beatitude, enchantment, exuberance, geniality, sanctity, merriment, mirth, joviality, hopefulness, vivacity, prosperity, ecstasy, rapture and a general sense of gaiety. When the day is in doldrums and you feel languish, heartbroken, down in the dumps, disconsolate, grief-striken, heavy hearted, low-spirited, despondent, lugubrious, woebegone, doleful, dejected, bereaved, wistful, sorrowful, glum, forlorn, downcast, bitter, dismal, troubled, mournful, morose, dour, cheerless, dismal, lamentful, wellaway, alack, ruth, to always remember happy days.