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,:»/*&¤### when i was in eight grade i decided i ###¤&*/»:,
,:»/*&¤### was dead. my spirit had left my body, ###¤&*/»:,
,:»///&¤¤¤ never to return. ¤¤¤&///»:,
,:»//***&¤ ¤&***//»:,
,:»/*&¤### 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. #¤&***/»:,
,:»*&¤#### ####¤&*»:,
,:»/*&¤### 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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