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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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