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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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