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##@#§*/«~, ~~~~~~~~##««««««««««««««««««««##~~~~~~~~ ,~«/*§#@##
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@@@#§*/«~, when i  was  in eight grade  i decided i ,~«/*§#@@@
##@#§*/«~, was dead.  my  spirit had left  my body, ,~«/*§#@##
###@#*/«~,             never to return.             ,~«/*#@###
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#@@#§*/«~, i remember sitting  in my parents car on ,~«/*§#@@#
##@#§*/«~, a  cloudy,  watery day, getting  a  ride ,~«/*§#@##
@§////~,,, somewhere. it  felt like  i  had  solved ,,,~////§@
@@@#§*/«~, some  great  puzzle.   i've  solved   no ,~«/*§#@@@
#*«~,,,,,,           puzzles since then.            ,,,,,,~«*#
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##@#§*/«~,  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  ,~«/*§#@##
##@#§*/«~, this body around. i still  give it life, ,~«/*§#@##
##@#§*/«~, somehow.  like a golem, and i try not to ,~«/*§#@##
@#*««,,,,, care  too  much,  but  i  do.   it's   a ,,,,,««*#@
#@@#§*/«~,   contaminated golem, this one. purity   ,~«/*§#@@#
####§*/«~, clouded  by  my  echo.  afterglow  of my ,~«/*§####
##@#§*/«~,                  spirit.                 ,~«/*§#@##
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