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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 #@£%$/-,..
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